Mix My Soul with Potions Metaphysical
Words enfold me, winged things
Scanning for a safe landing place
I can't control them, yet they bring
A wistful smile to my face
Words uplift me, magic things
Bearing my whimsical notions
Though causing unintended stings
They still are magic potions
Words beguile me, subtle things
Hinting at meanings unsaid
They resonate like bells that ring
In the echoing church of my head
Words deceive me, cunning things
With more than one meaning for each
Homonyms lead to my many mood swings
Their grasp exceeds my reach
Contributors: | F, N, Ethetran, Beefy, Karin, P, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 23rd September 2003. |