A Sonnet Before Bedtime

And what if I promise not to close my eyes
Until I come up with something wise
That will last throughout the ages?
And what if the words refuse to dance
Until I’m willing to take a chance
To spill my soul onto these pages?

And if I wake before I die
I’ll ask that God show me a sky
Blazing as angels sing around me.
At day’s end all that I can ask
Is to once more be up to the task
And let not my foolishness confound me.

There! Fourteen lines that might survive
As proof that I was once alive.

i love how words

i love how words
fold around each other like a hug
or brawl like siblings
or caress like lovers.

words are alive
words are music
words are battlegrounds
words are wedding beds

i have nothing more to say;
i have everything to say.
i have the words
or they have me.

Every shade of every color has a word.
Every day is a poem.
Storm clouds gather
and storm clouds scatter
and the words rage on
until the winds calm
and all is peace.