Words flow, as if they are meant to
Everything that is has a reason why
How they come be and for what
Is also it’s own doing in time.

In bits and pieces in the moments
In a downpour like  in a storm
As a spark to ignite hope in the dark
To shed light on the invisible.

Words that flow through you
Arrive in the sensing in clarity
And at times vague from nowhere
In verses, prose or lyrics

In a particular pattern
That seems to self arrange
For only those who it matters
Perhaps afor it to be seen and heard

Words live on in their hearts
As songs of their soul
It makes sense to those who care
To read it in their own way…

Savvy