The Words

 

THE WORDS
By Teak Kilmer

 

I love the way the words are strung about the neck of my mind ─
like ladies in waiting that but moments before stood mute

 “Did I hear you speak,” I seem to say. “Is it time to play?

 Oh, words, oh lovely words ─ my gratitude, my dance
you made me love you and, indeed, I was born to love you”
 
Thus in my heart I have pledged to you forever … room and board
you are my mission and my adored

Now please read "Meditation".

 

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