Just Words

What's pain without a story
Half moons help track the days
Sunshine
Head on collisions with the shore
The waves
Emotions that pursue thoughts
Coast line to coast line
Blind folded races toward the horizon
Back in forth motion
Ash from burnt logs
Journal entries
Lyrical lotion for dehydrated responses to this lost art
Just words they say
Feelings that call sleeves home
Fingers that speak without talking
Pointing out fault
Ideas with passports
No legs
But walking
Pen ink attacking the lines on paper
Battery
Words you refuse to hear
Poetic assault on your ear drum
I lust in its harmony
The mind is it's own place
If these are just words I'll continue to take them with me.