To live through the power and essence of the word. 
   To touch that which cannot be touched.
To point to what one's eye cannot see 

The word, made to tug,
   plucking along melodies 
Heart strings hadn't thought to play.

And there you will find it
   in the play, in the unseeing 
The unbecoming. 

There lies what the word Illumines.
   There you find hope in touching that which cannot be touched.


A lost soul and a Lost poet...


~ finding those blends between storytelling and poetry ~