when the words speak

when the words speak

i hear them along,

letting each one sound

as intended.

when the words speak

i listen to their voice,

and i learn why they are.

i hear their story

and follow its path,

i carry them along

until the time has come

for them to float away.

but i never let them pass,

i never let them fall,

without first

whispering to their ear.

for i can't but help

wishing for their hand,

when the words speak.