Sailing Words

Words can flow
or sink 
I can say
what I think
or keep it
in my head
where
there they stick
and then
in odd ways
they leak in to 
my dreams
and a whole 
other world
happens in my bed
I try to describe 
the night pictures 
and the words can flow
or sink.

Weightless

No real direction

just floating

no up

nor down

just blue 

No real sound

just a pulse

tapping at the wrists

for the ears 

to hear.

The longing for air

to be like water

where one

can simply float

is strong.