they pile up
from time to time
just sitting idly
waiting their chance
muttering to themselves
in secret though
for they have no voice
unless spoken for
they whisper in the night
in a dreamer’s dream
hoping to be found
in the light of day
disentangled and set straight
in some meaningful order
provoking intelligence
while leading to thought
that when scribbled for the eye
releases freedom of the mind
and that I believe
are what words are for