Confidently signed sealed and delivered
Each pen stroke is like a ghost
Of feelings past
And judgements I'm not sure I want to last
So I always question
Am I worried about my art
Our just to fearful to part
With times where
Graduation caps were worn
Littered and withered
full of memories
Printed in record ..
Class of 20 something somthing
Yet still crystalised
in the moment of the toss
Full of wimsy
Optimistism pouring out
See
I Quoted ms williamson
On those pages
But am I beyond my own imagination
Has fear burned
So hot
it stolen all oxygen in lungs
Spoken word but so far just paper weight
Weighted words on paper I never share
Maybe the right envelope
Or even the right stamp
to send to post
Will I be ready to ship off my dreams
Or just sit shore side
Waving the flag of surrender to my passions
Every step home would be
A slow addition of questions
Just how open can one truly be
As each wave of reason
Laps at the shores of my conviction
Folding into time
Yet as crisp as paper
She perceives
Pouring out her words
once more
A cliff view
She as a voice
who never gets thirsty
needs no breathe
And yet
as oxygen fills each cell
It compels
My hand to paper
My words to depth
And just like this another letter
sent with love into the open sea
Based on my truths for reality
For any wandering ear
To perceive these letters of me .
