I can feel the words rise up from my soul.

At first formless and nameless.

They flow through my heart and my psyche,

Into and around my thoughts.

They pause and take shape before

They slip out through the gap between my fingers and this page,

Humming a language of love and longing.

Sounding like blue and purple and heather grey,

They feel like water as they float and drift around me

Weightless and yet heavy with beautiful truths

That I cannot turn away from

Even if I wanted to.