#30dayschallenge - 3 -- Finding Words

Finding Words

i've searched for my words in poems and songs -

vulturing the offerings of bards and minstrels past.

they fall into my hands and trickle between my fingers

leaving a residue of hope and love in equal parts

as they fall - missing my lips as i try to cram them in

but nothing i can do to turn them into my own words,

nothing i can use to say how i feel -

without coloured cheeks, uneven breaths and trembling hands

i may find them within your arms or as your hands play over mine

i may find them in the early morning light or the setting sun

i may find them in the soft words you share, the care you take.

i will find them somewhere and i will whisper them again and again

but always with coloured cheeks and uneven breaths

as i hold your trembling hands close

© LatteJunkie, 2 May, 2013

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