BIRTH OF WORDS:

From long before language was birthed & new born,

From times when upon earth, old dinosaurs stormed,

From before men wore laces, gold buttons & buckles,

And still grunted & walked upon knees & old knuckles,

Was from then letters formed, upon ancient dry tongue,

When men worshipped full moons & new golden suns.

Each letter a feather drifting away on soft whispers,

Awkward on tongues, like pebbled formed blisters,

In the furnace of sounds, from dawn´s dusty times,

From gruntings, to musical songs & lyrical rhymes,

Winging away upon tongues of the ancient old men,

From banal snortings, to sung exalting of God´s Amen.

Each letter a leaf, forming words on branches of trees,

Drifting to earth, on the breath of soft autumn breeze,

Each word a whispering upon the tongues of the man,

In accents, whistles & the clicks of the ancient old San,

Roots deep bedded in Latin, Greek & the mystical Celt,

Forming lingos in idioms, when together they´re smelt.

The twitterings in voices of the feathered & the plumed,

 Clinking & tinkling of stars as they´re waltzed by the moon,

The splashing of raindrops, waterfalls & laughing blue tide,

The rusty crunching of red leaves as they dance side by side,

Please, talk me & sing me in the lost letters of your breath,

Let me hear your words of love, as I now dance to my death.