Words are made of feelings,

A breeze on a summer night.

Words are made of real things,

Fire from a candlelight.

Piled together... just words?

Or something a little deeper?

What are poems made of?

Making pictures out of words.

What comes to your mind

When I write of humming birds?

A poem makes your mind explore.

Invision different things.

How a pirate loves his treasure chest.

And seeing movies of your dreams.

xoxo -Samantha Murphy