Lost for Words!

Heart check, one, two, is the mic on, is my heart and soul in tune? There’s so much to say, will everyone grasp, resonate with the words echoing throughout my soul? Will it just be, words lost in translation? Words echo ABC’s, but how can they know, how days are truly numbered? My heart, knows it well, tomorrow’s never promised; my daughter, her breath lasted only three decades, now rests in peace. And my words, at a loss. But, these words are not about that, so let me tip my hat, and salute the One. Love, gives one’s heart the faith to believe, that words permeating in one’s soul are never lost, just often miss placed. Some words are in haste, leaving a bad taste. Why at every dawn, my soul yawns, my love to never pawn. Every day, open up your heart, to let the sunshine in, and the soul sing. That’s how, love never becomes about me, me, me; a closed off soul, reciting the words la, la, la. Ah, affectionate words are found, within the compassionate breadth of love’s elevated persona. Trying to make its point, enabling the heart to get to the point. Love, has been known to steal one’s heart, take one’s breath, but never leaves you lost for words! 

The words I write, expressions of my heart, hundred and forty characters can’t always convey. Words long winded, never purposely to offend, but always meet its intent. Very early, my heart learned the art of reading between the lines. Going beyond mere words, to get a deeper understanding one’s heart, what words alone won’t express. Love in one’s heart and soul, shines brighter than expected, under a transparent lampshade. When love searches the heart, words don’t evade, it bares one’s soul, making the words whole. Even in its silence, it speaks volumes. Oh, if only my lips, could articulate the words, embedded deep within my silent river. Fathomed within the depth of my soul, love has awakened my words, giving my heart its story to tell. My words, will never get lost, finding its way from head to heart. My heart is the pen, love the crimson ink, giving my words substance. For love vows, syllables vowels, of A.E.I.O.U, and sometimes Y… do hearts think it’s a probability; love’s story could ever become, a heart lost for words?

WCR