Words

at times I stare at them
as they dance across the page –
they are as a foreign language to me,
and I without a translator

other times I see them
as they lay heavy on the parchment,
like an aging courtesan –
no longer enticing

oh, but then there are days,
when the words call out to me,
speak to my soul, quicken my heart,
and carry me away – as if on wings

I hunger for days of flight!

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