A lifetime of words foam upon the page,
rabid and sweet in their turn.
They come, sometimes easy, sometimes not,
with forceps-like determination.
But they come.
It's the rain that eases their delivery,
the quiet of night, and wine.
While you sleep I leap from thought to thought,
word to word,
throwing fuel on the burner of my voice.
It's hard to sing when your tongue's on fire.
Copyright © 2014 SK Waller