the power of words

[Moonstone]

the myriad colours of creation
follow through with humiliation
that as the words are drawn in the sand
present the writer with a unruly hand

and as the sun shines brightly on the shore
the words that aren’t needed are shown the door
for its that door that opens which has the key inside
that resembles a pattern which can’t now hide

in these times of confusion we seek the illusion
but as the illusion disappears we find our piece
has written itself along with the lease
that once its shone in the everlasting light
casts out the shadows - we know what’s right

for its with this feeling that we soldier on
no longer shouldering what has passed or where we come from
but as the light shines through the night
we step forward knowing what’s right

and as the love from our hearts glows from within
we start to remember what we are feeling
what we felt when the old was new
what we think when our minds are through

but with the power of language we can still convey
the fusion of love that isn’t yet on display
like a painting made up of the southern seas
where a ship vessel lies waiting to be just freed
from its burdens that it carries to the islands of peace

from the sailors whose voices carry above the tempest
from the mermaids that call out above the rest
lulling the sailors below to their briny deaths
where joy is found with every last breath

where the words will remain silenced
with the writer’s last conquest.

written by Moonstone recent piece of poetry