This dedication has been a long time coming, but here it is: to Mindy, a brilliant poet and beautiful soul.
Polished phrases
Slipping smoothly
From thought to fingers
And fingers to pen.
And finally
Onto the paper,
Only to begin again.
Fresh-formed marks
Are scratching quickly
From the tip of an eager pen.
Fleeting thoughts,
Captured gently,
Whisper of my dreams again.
Fluency begins to fade,
And fingers stutter,
Then lose the thread.
Scrawling to a stop
They ponder,
If it’s too late
To begin again.
Doubting eyes
Review the letters,
Lying quietly on the page.
Tired soldiers marching forth,
To spread the dreams of one small soul;
Never knowing what their worth
Will be to those who see them go.
