Words

Words

Dazzling stars 

On a white paper sky.

More precious than jewels.

Delighting the eye.

Like many colored pencils 

That shape a work of art.

They flow softly like moonbeams 

Or pierce through the heart.

Like brightly colored beads 

Waiting to be strung.

To be taken and put on paper

Or slide off the tongue.

To be carefully connected 

In a design well thought out,

And have life flow through them 

Without reluctance or doubt.

To spread warmth through the heart 

Of whoever may see

Them as the beautiful formation 

The author created them to be.

~Madelyn B.