Stringing Words

There are floating vowels
Within this me, that lives
Stringing them like pearls
To show the thoughts contained
so paint I the poem
In hues of sentences
thus a story unfurls

Sometimes I sit alone
During the night
Catching the words
The phrases
Pushing them together
To make sense
Happy when they coalesce

Words resembles watercolours
To be smeared and sloshed
In criss-crossed rainbow hues
To paint words in poems
Stringing together, thoughts and dreams
Of Kings and Queens
And things that go bump in the night

Words are like swords
Cuts both ways
Its power conquers
Your heart and mind
Through spaces of the universe
Where Maya speaks
living in twisted unreality.