Words come up <br />and stumble <br />on the threshold of my lips <br />they dance, impatient, <br />tapping on my teeth <br />with pretty fluted serif edges <br />pulling colours from the sea, the sky <br />from the me myself and I <br />that ache to weave fine silk <br />from half-born, limping concepts <br />that wilt, unsaid in darkened hallways <br />cluttered up with thought <br />with visions of some future <br />drawn by strange impatient hands <br />that do not know the pause <br />between two heartbeats is forever <br />the place where love is made, <br />sins are forgiven, breath taken <br />for the smile to mark the coming dawn.<br /><br />Midnight Clarity<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/speechless-moment/
