Meanings lost
Have you ever wondered what happens to words you speak?
How can they cross a thousand miles? This could explain how...
When spoken words fall to silence... from these lips of mine,
do they find another world... or are they lost in time?
I try to think of things to say... words that cause you flutter,
but when the notions hit the air... order turns to clutter.
Silent still are sounds of love... that frolic from the past,
Sounds like these are harder still... to make you feel they last.
Words of wisp and wonder kind... are never far from you,
But when they hit the air so light... they only leave a clue.
How I wish that God had made... the echos find a home,
for when I speak of beauty kind... it only sends a tone.
Feeling fast and fonder still... if your ears can hear,
my words are sent across the miles... always feeling near.
Sleeping in your bed tonight... attempt to see the sounds,
as they disappear from sight... they drift into the clouds.
Some would say that weather wild... can only wet the grass,
but I would bet that clouds can speak... my words upon a mast.
Silence carries candors quest... that words will never find,
this place of peace for pretty pauper... my words upon your mind.
They cross the valleys in the wind... carried by a cloud,
speaking softly in your mind... if you can listen loud.
Its not the words that carry weight... but silence in the spaces,
in between my patterns thought... that scarcely leave you traces.
If you think these things are trite... as skeptics would believe,
the only sound upon my words... are feelings you receive.
For I have never said these things... that wonder in the wild,
and words like these will always please... like something from a child.
