it is not the birds twitter tweets
nor the dog's grumblings
or the owl's hoot hoot
it is Words.
Words sieve through my brain echoing my day
echoing the unfilled space of desire.
Calling me it sets the future in motion
as lines
on a map are drawn
as letters
on a page are written
as reactions grasp
within my brain
Call me.
Call me into dreams Call me into fantasy Call me to make reality
You ask me
what is calling?
it is Words
of all shapes and colours
of all la langue and fonts
They bubble and flick across my gaze of sleep
squeezing t h r o u g h the g a p s in my brain
to produce more than Words
thoughts
sentences
worlds
-------------------------------lines-
Words settle and d
r
i
f
t away
re-group reunite fade drift
they rest dormant underneath the To-Do Lists:
1. Dinner
2. Books
3. Computer
but as my eyes fall and my body numb
the Words call me.
Demand attention as the bat demands the night
they take flight to feast on the unnoticed events of the day
Words fillup the space of sleep
to cause tired eyes, scribbled pen undeciferable words
nonsense yet maybe no
forgotten lost faded
a seed to be cracked crushed made anew
in the rays of half light
in the wake of day
