Almost as if <br />I hypnotize you <br />you gaze <br />entranced <br /> <br />as the words <br />flower from my mouth <br />your tiny hands <br />trying to grasp their <br /> <br />blossoming <br />crying 'cos you can't <br />catch them <br />and now <br />with anguished anger <br /> <br />trying to tear them <br />from my lips <br />the treasure of speech <br />as if a magic trick <br />you can't quite figure out <br /> <br />this mystery of <br />words <br />you want to hold <br />in your hands <br /> <br />that you can only <br />hear in your heart <br />this ghost of breath <br />that dies <br />with its birth <br /> <br />the wonder <br />of words <br />that blazes <br />behind your eyes <br />setting your mind <br />on fire!<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/telling-tilly-tales-for-lyn/
