Words are nothing more <br />than dust upon the page <br />they drift and scatter <br />like my random thoughts of you <br /> <br />I'm hidden in the pages of your books <br />and feel <br />your thumb flick through <br />the memories you smear <br /> <br />But I am ink upon your days <br />and I'm smeared across <br />each sentence you configure <br /> <br />So don't try to read between the lines <br />I'll be dancing on each vowel <br />and spitting consonants into the putrid air<br /><br />Sheila Knowles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/words-are-nothing/
