Words

Words fall like rain against the crevices of my mind

sweet stories grow from grain as the young ones gather round

to hear a distant story from a traveling time

that mimics my story but doesn't feel like mine

Words are magic

Words are tragic

Mysterious and lavish

bring to life with breath

and set at peace after death

Words are my gift

From a gracious Shephard

Guiding. Leading.

Falling.

Returning.