Shall I say what I feel today?
allow words of decadence
to flow onto this paper
written in cadence
to visions rhyme
flowing like blood
from heart
to mind?
Once written in time
shadows of their own
design
grip this paper
with constant
remind
of the cost
of love lost
never to be found
The writing
like the soul
becomes isolated
to them that know
its parchment
like the author
echoes the heart
unto its self
For there it is written
loves final draft
for the reader
to wonder
whether cry, or laugh
only the inner emotion
knows trepidation
final interpretation
lies waiting...in your mind
Copyright ©1999-2001 Dennis Hicks