068: Of words

I was walking. Slowly 

In depth of the woods I can hear a distant sound

Of words and beauty that transient love

Longing

Lingering

Weighting down my throat 

these words aren't meant to be said

these words aren't meant to be heard

come by,

come here by the woods

by the serene sound of flowing river

and sing me words of melancholy

words that move me

words that make me love Him

do come by,

and let me be reminded.