Swirling above the clouds on high
and below the heavens in the azure sky
ribbons of the rainbow flapping in the wind
forming words where words begin
primal sound tucked in the bosom of silence
waiting to escape through the suffocating fence
to swirl about and dance with the ambrosial rain
and take command from the highest sovereign brain
abounding and multifarious as they form and drift
circling the skies as they ride the clouds and shift
a new language springing from cerebral tongues
soothing words from the harpist as she strums
words riding on the backs of lightning bolts
screaming in agony as the body jolts
floating into my sphere of understanding and thought
all what heaven and nature hath brought
abounding words to choose from and digest
words of the silence and words of the tempest
words tailored for me to usher into my heart
to soothe my anxieties with a poetic spark
to write a masterpiece above my primal standing
exalted from the prosaic up to Celestial’s Landing
oh beautiful words I love to hear and feel
to lock up inside with an everlasting seal
to come out from my earnest supplication
and begin to fuel my emancipation.
Oh love of words I can feel thy breath upon me.
Please stay in my cerebral home and set me free.