RANDOM WORDS

I speak of magic
Magical ink that falls onto the blank sheet and rearranges itself into beautiful words
Words that once read can never be forgotten
Words that once heard keep echoing
Words that speak of memories and things from the past
The past that was carefully sealed under the worn out label of childhood
Childhood, not the way it is remembered but the way it was
Words that cling to the soul and refuse to leave
Words that touch the heart so deep almost jolting one out of sleep
Sleep that never lasts long enough for us to see where the dream would end
Dreams that always leave behind a trace of something we cannot recall
Faded past, yellowish pages of diary, and flat dried flowers
Words that stir up the magic that has dried up like the flowers
Magic to make the flowers smile
Magic to weave the clouds into faces and fairies
Magic to sing to the birds
Songs that restart what was stopped long ago
Words that create magic