Words on a Page

WORDS ON A PAGE

It's nothing much
Just words on a page
Letters in the order
Of a soul

It's nothing important
Just a few groups of lines
Gathered together in no order
But the heart's order

It's nothing special
Just a few pen marks
With no particular pattern
But the mind's pattern

It's not the fingers fault -
Don't blame them
Even if they hold the pen
That marks up the delicate page

Even if you were saving that page
Or using that cocktail napkin -
Don't blame the hand
It knows not what it does

And anyway it's not important
It's just every feeling I've ever had
In words I couldn't say
Without ink