Flight of words …
Words fulfilled in rustic plumes,
like clouds overhead they accumulate,
sharp edges all with rise and fall
they flow as spiders up a wall,
and what will a mind contend.
The art of words speaks loud and clear,
with deft hands and often lines austere,
that wake minds from their indolent rest,
to understanding and to truths attest,
the meaning of it all.
When art is rendered and whispers lilting,
the words of grace elude, pretending
to release what a mind intended so,
connection and beauty of form all sewn,
and a heart moved as consequence.
As words are filled with nuance,
each line a treasure of meaning held,
and flow like wisps of warming breeze,
do soothe the mind and with doubt appease,
as art saturates the soul.
And words fly like butterflies,
vivid colours in chaotic flutter,
yet delicate they to their destination,
arrive in beauty of expectation
and their paths of predestined ilk.
So with love and attention given,
words can save and of compassion driven,
to guide a soul to wanted ends,
and in light overcome and somehow transcend,
a flight-ed souls released.
Tony DeLorger © 2016