I Hope It Doesn't

[Boughs]

I once was in this mood

Where I didn’t say anything, at all.

I was quiet but with eyes wide open.

Always took it all in, too many beautiful colors

Too many compelling things

That I believed words ruined.

My own language, my own words

That made it all peaceful.

It all seemed better, like I used a language

Never spoken, but the same words as we all know.

Where did those words go?

I hoped it would stop holding my head.

 

I didn’t say anything. I just knew math.

I believed there were false answers to all problems.

Numbers could dip below the surface,

But my words never dreamed of the above.

The language used were wrong, poor, and improper.

The language I use now is still broken.

Damaged to/and defeated.

I am no longer curious I know where those words went

 

Now I’m beginning to feel it

A mood I once was in.

I hope it doesn’t hold my head.

[Ellie2006]

Bough, I agree. Sometimes, language does fall short of fully capturing the essense of what our eyes see.

 

Your words however opened the window onto these beautiful images in my head and I thank you for that.

[Boughs]

I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks Ellie.