Words part IV

stolen words have crossed my mind
hung, distilled as if they could
traced on my life like they would
those words have lost their sense
like blind men have lost their way
skimmed across the waters of thought
drums of meaning and rythmes of scorn
their ways are life like in their trail
their days forever lived
upon me and the world
spilled like the saved waters of the jungle leaves
silver, spun by the rain
oh so many words that touched me
so many i sought to touch
once and the again
for in them i saw the world upon time
frought with meaning breaft of creed
like the sacrifices of old
scattered, strewn at the God's feet
they cut like a knife
sail with the west bound wind
i await them to open up my heart
as the poppies
red and so fragile
the flames of my kisses borne blue
and the words embrace me so lightly
won't you touch me on that midday street
or on that shorn mountain
this years words slide slowly around us
and we finger them so innoncently
yet spoilt by the unkown meanings
the words of my hold to their meanings
we rather seem to be so wanton of hope
and yet we utter the divine or rather the craven
say to me the words again, and again
please say the words