WORD WIND
Step Up to my Cup and take a Drink from my Think
For there’s more than one way to have a Soul to Soul Link
My Cup is Overflowing like a waterfall of Wonder
A Steady Stream from Heart to Heart no Wall can Split Asunder
But when the need to feed the Mind directly, comes around
We then Clarify the Stream with Words, and Launch them out with Sound
Like Missiles made from Thought they Target your Clear Understanding
And Blaze a Trail of Fire Letters Bringing on a Branding
The Message now Imprinted leaves a Memory behind
The Memory of you and me Linguistically Entwined
And then at times the Words come out a Flash Flood Flurry Full
Free and Flowing, Effervescent, Polishing the Jewel
A Dance of Diamond Dialectics Dervish Down a Dream
Tickling your Intellect now Bursting at the Seems
Can you feel this Crest of Words as they Spin Thought right into Motion
Like they Lubricate the Mind with a Loquacious kind of Lotion
Like they Anchor in your Brain a Vein of Spirit Information
Like this Breath becomes a Wind and fills our Sails with Inspiration
For the Muse just Lit my Mind, which grabs the Pen, which Hits the Page
Which Shapes the Letters, Spells the Words together Woven in a Phrase
Like the Casting of a Spell that Summons Up Communication
We Bards are Hard at Play in Wordly Gardens of Creation
- Thalyn the Bard '07