Words Run Deep

They use words to paint their stories
On a canvas of paper they speak of ancient and old
Weaving tales of life and death
They unveil secrets of the heart and soul
Their blood flows in the land of dreams
Seeing things otherwise unseen
Capturing stories of the moon and stars
They look through the eyes of fresh and new
Their minds soar where no others can
Ancestors speak through their pen
Reflecting the images of right and wrong
Their souls bore for all to see
Wisdom intoxicates the world of fools
Breathing in the essence of the story they’ve told
The canvas now filled with the paint of ink
Resting their minds for another time
The words of a poet run deep

March 29, 2012


Dedicated to all of you wonderful poets!