Till The End

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