I play with words <br />and they betray me, <br />putting all my secret <br />thoughts on view, <br />disguised as rhymes, <br />as counterpoints <br />they slip the depths <br />of me up to the surface, <br />pretending they have <br />something new <br />to show me, a thought, <br />a puzzle, not yet opened <br />not yet explored, <br />and while I think of sound, <br />of pictures painted <br />on the page, the words <br />will echo heartbreak <br />ring with sorrow <br />crash with rage <br />in my tale of burning sun <br />my song of silky silver <br />my web of broken dreams; <br />the words themselves <br />have gathered life <br />and found themselves <br />a theme.<br /><br />Midnight Clarity<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wayward-words/
