my words

I would love if my words
Where as beautiful as moon light
Bathing you with a magic spell
Enchanting
By their profundity
Becoming as special as a voice
that whispers in the wind
the most lovely
Magnetizing
Special thoughts…

I would like my words
To be as soft as a breeze
Caressing with out hurting
Pure unselfish delight
Penetrating in your being
Spreading everywhere
Floating in the air
Transformed into the voice
that whispers dreams
in your mind.
Breaking boundaries
Making bridges of existence
Gentle, mild, peaceful…
And you could breathe them
easily, calmly, unconsciously…

I would love my words
To be like water
Soft, refreshing
Involving with out possessing
Enriching trust
Fulfilling the thirsty
Of your affective necessities
Growing individual water-lilies
Of thoughts and feelings
a journey to inspiration…
I whish they could be turned
Into a voice that whispers hope
Inside you hear.
A gift of life!


But, some times,
I can’t hold them, sit quietly
Say nothing
Seeing so many wrong things
Thoughts, concepts
Going on all around…
And instead of letting go
Shrug my shoulders
To what I think is dangerous
I throw them here and there
Everywhere
Instead of moon light
water or a breeze
I just transform my words
In storms of life
They can become stones
And some, I know, may hurt you…
And I’m sorry
Because I whish
My words could just be a caress
Caressing you all the time….
As a voice
that whispers love
in your head.