Words, Song Of

Created by this ink
These words sink
Unto a page
Forever Woven

I’m the creator of these words
Father of these letters
My soul, Fiery, ignites
Life born into shapes

Lord of Words
I’m the weaver of this ink
Woven into a quilt
These words tell a story

With the breath of life
I read these words aloud
They are not words, alone
But another life unfolding

Beyond your wildest dreams
Words let you escape
Into a world unforeseen
Either cold or full of life

A beautiful life
Set for a strife
Or a deadly soul
Setting no goal

Blessed blood
A black heart
The running ink
Like blood in veins

A pen is a sword
Destroying a life
Or sacrificing one
From only ink

Separated by pages
Chosen by readers
A book only given life
Over only openings

Secluded on a dusty bookshelf
Or stacked a tower
Seen by many
Read by few

Words are a song
Singing a life
Into a book
Awakening a soul

Pleading to fly
Into the mind
Of a lover
Of life

Beautifully written
A life unspoken
Words are wrote
On a dreary night

Beckoning Elements
Fire, Water, Earth, Wind
Into its pages
Scenery unfolds

Forever and ever
A book brings many things
Into this world
Such as a Song of Words

Copyright 2006 Dustin Bennefield

by Dustin Bennefield

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Comments (6)

This is an excellent poem. No doubt about it. Greatly enjoyed it and even found a bit of my own thoughts in there. I would make a small change in the first stanza, 'unto a page' in place of unto this page. Best H
WOW. i cant begin to describe how wonderful of a poem this is! amazing! love starr
QUITE IMPRESIVE INDEED YOUNG MAN...SMOOTH FLUX, KEEN USE OF THE MINDS EYE....WELL CRAFTED>10 '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK
I love this poem! It's one of my favourites of yours
THAT WAS A SYMPHONY! ! ! IF YOU ARE AS YOUNG AS YOUR BIRTHDAY SUGGESTS... YOUR MIND HAS AN EXTRA PAIR OF 'EYES, AND WHAT YOU PROBAPLY DREAM WILL GRACEFULLY GROW OLDER/NOT OLD. WHICH I CAN ONLY NAME AS HAVING A 'VISION.'
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