FEAR:

I am so afraid, that I´ll run out of words,

That they will fly away, like errant birds,

That my words will spill like winter´s wine,

Maybe melt like chocolate & knot as twine.

 

I am so afraid, that my words will away & run,

That they will forget the song, the dance & fun,

That, as deserts, they´ll be left scorched & dried,

That away with oceans, they will flow with tides.

 

I am so afraid, that my words, with winds will blow,

That down flowing rivers, they will escape & flow,

That with passing age, my words, away shall wend,

Finally, leaving me alone, without my only friends.