Letters fly by,
circle quickly,
create new words,
that swim swiftly.
Make bold statements,
as they combine,
so I can choose,
which ones are mine.
Words choose to float,
around my head,
blurry visions
that go unread.
Paint bright pictures,
within my mind,
play vivid scenes,
scripted inside.
Motioned pictures,
rapidly show,
things I never,
knew I could know.
Opened wise eye,
logic thought blind,
see all answers,
details defined.
Response arrive,
before questions,
know concrete facts,
and intentions.
Helps my heart find
all keys it seeks,
feel vibrations,
in words, I speak.
Sit down to read,
right on aisle ground,
profound light blocks,
every last sound.
Satisfied thirst,
divine true source,
pure inner drive,
powerful force.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Written for FFFC #198 hosted by Fandango
