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.