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.