Of Words, Haphazardly Drawn

To, The Master of Unmastered words

Of Words, haphazardly drawn

Words, haphazardly drawn, could be laughed at so easily
Words, haphazardly drawn, could mean different things to each

Still,
Words, haphazardly drawn, oft drew a giddy fit from me
Words, haphazardly drawn, always sent down a staggering chill through me
Words, haphazardly drawn,
always meant something to me
But Words, haphazardly drawn, stopped flowing from the ink to me

Then, Words, haphazardly drawn, suddenly, came back to me
Words, haphazardly drawn, came like a rising thrill to me
Words, haphazardly drawn, let arm entangle arm again
Words, haphazardly drawn, allowed for some warmth again

Pray, how
Words, haphazardly drawn, could hold such a sway over me?
How,
Words, haphazardly drawn, could now be an answered prayer for me?
Yet, words, haphazardly drawn, indeed were all these to me
Because, words, though, haphazardly drawn, were rife with honesty, so,
No words, articulately drawn, could then mean a thing to me
Only words, haphazardly drawn,
Will forever mean the world to me

From, The Mistress of Unmastered Words