Words

If I could dream in 10,000 words, my
tears would run as blue ink, and
I would wear the words
printed
on my sole—
let them rub away into blurry
footprints of the past.

I would not write them down, to
live my own 10 Commandements,
stricken flat the
times I fail.

Eternity should not be so hard as
words set down in stone.


(i wrote this one yesterday morning... )