TILL THE END
I want to write like the winds
Inscribe my memories across the sky
Forever painting till the end
Voices fluttering like a butterfly
All are collection of scrawls
Scribbled in ink, of lines
turning rapidly into waterfalls, then
Slowly taking flight
Synonyms finally fade away
My mental dream subsides
The imaginary intuition unbraids
The grasp of my pen begins to untie
Words soon jumble in my mind
Slowly detaching and separating
Like no other sense you'll find
The senses return in no time
Originally written 9/10/80
Revised 2/23/2019
MKCS
