David Zvekic - Ode To Words I Didn't Write

I drifted off throughout that night,
My breath held deep in thrall to art
With words I felt but didn't write -
They fled my pen; I couldn't start.

Although I knew what words devised,
In writing what would never be,
As ink did dry, the words revised,
My words! They had forsaken me!

In muted silence did I oath,
(For grammar too eluded me) ,
And wrote some sentence without mouth,
Expressing drivel where dreams should be.

In writing down did words appear,
And basest letters did transcribe -
My soul said more than air could hear;
My words, alas, could dirt describe.

David Zvekic

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