Every word matters.

Every word matters.

Even when they

Are thrown away,

Tossed into the void.

The dark place,

Where patience

Is tested,

And passing interest

Barely waits

For the time of day

To fester,

Before moving on.

Words linger,

They wait in shadows,

Caught in cracks,

Wedged in tight,

Right up against

The lost space,

Between pages.

They float on

The last breath

Of a dying wind,

Fanned by

The oxygen of love.

Flying on the wings

Of a pure white dove.

Bursting into flame,

Burning bright,

With incandescent light,

For just a moment,

Before they are gone,

Many forgotten,

Before too long,

Whilst others remain.

To build a new refrain,

A bolder crescendo.

A cataract

In free flow.

Washing away

The dusty deposit

Of meaning

Fallen on hard times.

Lost in a muddle

Of poetic rhyme,

And senseless noise.

Artless, clumsy

Lacking poise,

Until the well runs dry

And poets cry.

But nobody knows,

Until silence grows,

And words become

Endangered,

Close to extinction,

A species

Facing oblivion,

Speechless

In the face of a storm

Filled with silence.

And the memory

Of words,

That all so briefly shone,

Now long gone.

With just the vaguest theme,

A faintly distant gleam,

Filtered through

The meaning

Of a muted, poets dream.