Random Thoughts: Writing
Words become illusions of the mind,
I am an artist,
They are the colours on my canvas.
Often like hidden symbols in a shapeless rhyme
A puzzle to be solved when one has the time
Words & illusions, hidden symbols in a dream.
Musing of tomorrow, memories never seen.
Some people search for meaning on ink stain paper,
They search for the rainbow's end without thinking
Of the consequence of the storm.
I watch quietly, my words are meaningless,
Unless they touch your soul.
My words are useless symbols, without rhyme or reason,
Only reflections of this life I've seen.
Unless they touch your heart.
I watch silently as another dawn finally breaks,
Feeling the colours of hope as they engulf my soul,
Feeling refreshed by the morning dew.
Another new day is born, and none of my words
Can ever hope to describe the beauty and awe
Of another sunrise.