WORD GAMES
I remember when you and I were caught between the restless ages.
Like two storybook children we hid between the pages
and studied each chapter as it passed us by
before the words melted from the sun's heated sky.
We'd sneak out at nighttime, when the sun changed its dance
and laugh through the words that fell down by chance.
On nights like these the words would say what our hearts would feel in the storybook day.
But the night went quickly and the first light would try
to capture the words that were too tired to fly.
So we'd gather the words and hide in the pages
that sheltered us from the restless ages.