Words
Words run around
inside my head
While I’m lying in my
bed
When I cannot sleep
at night;
So, I get up and try
to write
Down the things I
want to say
But fine the words
have run away.
I look up at the
planting moon,
And in my head I hear
a tune.
I start to move and
feel by chance
My feet have begun to
dance;
I look for words that
I might sing
But can’t recall a
single thing.
Somewhere there’re
words that I can use
In my responses to
the Muse
When she whispers in
my ear
The song of life,
simple and clear;
So, I will search
until I find
Elusive words and
make them mine.
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