There are no elements in thought
That I can find and reveal.
There is no air or water,
But fire, depends on my zeal.
When thoughts become words,
They enter a life of their own.
Are they part of me or not?
Some would say they are born.
I think not, as they came from
The depth of myself I cannot fathom.
But muddle through as best I can,
Until this life in words becomes me.
Creating within the man who you are...
Your zeal is what puts them to life!
:)
Love and Light
Lily
Lady Vivian
Love ya!
Jane
budd