Hear my words

Not with your ears and mind

But with your ears and heart

Though you won’t recall these words

Come one day

Or two

Though these words may float

like air

through your ears and into oblivion

I hope you’ll keep the piece of me

That I long to give to you

These words are the blocks

That give shape to my thoughts

The thoughts I wear on my sleeve

and shrug off

to keep you warm

Collected from moments

of shock and splendor

And all I can hope to offer

I say them not to fill this silence

But to bring some meaning to the silence

If not to your life

Than to that which surrounds mine

And hope and wish that all this

time has given me

what I put in

When there are no words

to describe the goings on

of my mind’s eye

the least I can do is try

and let myself drift

in these waves of preoccupation

even if I start to sink

I know I can kick my self

back to the tidal waves that long for the shore

and live to tell the tale of the time I almost sank

but didn’t.