no words.

Good day. Good company. Good food. Good thoughts.

No Words.

What do you do when you don’t have words
To put together a thought, a sentence, a prayer?
What happens to the thing in your heart
When your mouth stays shut, the mind goes blank, the eyes just stare?

Why is so hard to convert feelings into phrases?
They don’t have to be profound or new.
Why is it easier to spin around, looking for the…what?
See what I mean? It’s the words that are hard to do.

When my head is all filled up,
Is that when the steady flow stops?
When I want to say it all and more
But I don’t know what has more meaning, if its phrased right, what should be tops?

Who can say this is not normal, though,
To be at a loss over the important things?
Who hasn’t been in this situation of jumbledness
When the heart jumps, hopes, cries, dances, sings?

Where is there a better place to be
Than in a state of dissonance and seeking?
Where would I rather be?
I can’t say..that’s part of the what I’m still tweaking.