I wait among the clouds
and my song, it sings
my voice it carries me
and my words, whispered

It is quiet for a moment
then a sound begins to peek
I hear your echos...
and my words, speak

I call to you, listen
a tear traces over
dripping on the edge
a glimpse of truth

Spark the verse in me
and set my spirit free
a pen to parchment
a feathered quill

dipped in ink
before it's spill
and drippig on the edge
a glimpse of truth

Copyright 2007 Cynthia Jones