Always Worth the Wonder

Always worth the wonder

Fevered dreams alit on wrinkled reams

Paper trails entail the soul at last

Ink and tears, scribbled fears, peering into the past

But words outlast a decent author

Just as birds aren’t bound by shells

Round and round we look from hells and paths and places

Eye squinted traces, times troubles and faces we recall

And all to learn to love a little more as we spin higher

O the dreams within those reams, all that sin and fire gleams

We capture truth and beauty, pains and sorrows

But language only ever borrows

from the soul to find its voice

As choice is ours to mind the toll

What questions wrought from such exercise

To steal the words that open eyes

Banish lies, that we might once, in part, behold

And shield our spirits from the cold outside

These words make sure one cannot hide

For when we rest our flesh asunder

We may know, t’was worth the wonder