When I write a poem, I'll be under the stars.
shall be the words of heaven, and I will build you castles.
They shall be heavier words than the depth of the soul.
They shall be words that shall echo in the wreck of my grief.
They will be the words I will say to lull you to sleep.
Maybe even words of the dawn, so I can magnetize you.
They'll be the words you want your mom to say to you.
The words you will need, be your nest.
But it will all be words, only in books.
Words left on paper, without much value.