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