Thursday, June 26, 2008

River of Words

My mind is a running river
Words rush under the surface
Rolling like pebbles on the bottom
I'm pulling out one word
When I was reaching to grab another

Then I see you
Cast your net in the river
And draw out stories and songs
You give words to what
I've longed to say

You encourage me to keep reaching for words
My hands are slippery
I can't trust my eyes
But when you pull your story from the current
I open my hands to find a story too

Oh, to believe it is possible!


Pete the Brit said...

wow, thank you.

May I post this on my blog?

Violets are Blue said...

Of course you can.