Words on paper
spilled confessions
words are the muse
some kind of wanderlust
poured into a paper ocean
some sink — some float — some swim
some tell all
about the makings of you and I
some spell trouble
some are laced with fear
loneliness — love
something — anything
these breaths — this life
a story begins but never ends
turn the page — start again
lit words on paper start fires
their breaths like rainbows
wrapped up in flames
screaming ‘we don’t need no water’
even ashes have purpose
just let them burn and scatter
let them ride each wave
the wildness of the ocean
may carry them to you
to be read over and over
to become another again
one might gather their ashes
pour them like a message in a bottle
throw them back across the ocean
let them find a friend
there is no distance
there is no time
wherever you are — they will meet you there
in those moments
whilst you become acquainted
these words on paper
are sincerely yours
