WORDS

Why does a writer write? 
Is it for fame 
Is it for praise 
Or to make the world 
a beautiful place 

Yes it is..... 
But that's still not it. 
The words 
They are little pieces 
of the heart 
Tiny windows 
through which the soul peeps 
There's no him without them 
And no them without him 
Never were, and never will be

 
A writer writes 
because the words 
are his permanence 
in the transient world 
They are all he is 
And was 
And all he wishes to be 
They are his breath 
His tears 
His desires 
And his fears 

He is the brightest shining star 
and they are his galaxies 

A writer lives to write 
And he writes to live 
In his words lies his eternity. 


MS