Words, symbols of thought, <br />dragged from the heart and soul <br />to the cold reality of ink, paper and eye. <br /> <br />Many times when I ventured into my soul <br />I came back with my hands full of words, <br />like sand, sands of symbols, still warm <br />from the heat of my soul. <br /> <br />When these grains of words were examined closely, <br />I found each were minute worlds waiting to be <br />discovered, expressed or explored. <br />Each word grain told a story. <br /> <br />Some told of great joy and triumph, <br />illuminating all who looked upon them. <br />Others I found to be yet formed and quite unattractive. <br />Some were of ghastly horrors of untold tragedy <br />and distruction; emotional accidents filled with <br />centurys of grief. Each I sought to understand and <br />gazed at with great calrity and closness.<br /><br />Bullion Grey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/words-symbols-of-thought/
