All the words I’ve left unsaid

are swirling ’round inside my head

if I’m to put these words to bed

i have to write them out.

 

My wild imaginings exist

where lovers hands and lips are kissed

and mighty hero’s, sorely missed

if I don’t write them out.

 

Characters sown, in words are grown

enduring as though carved in stone

and I will never be alone

if I just write them out.

 

I write to give my voice a home,

I build it up; tome by tome

in saga, song or simple poem

I love to write it out.