Telling Tilly Tales(For Lyn)

Almost as if I hypnotize you you gaze entranced as the words flower from my mouth your tiny hands trying to grasp their blossoming crying 'cos you can't catch them and now with anguished anger trying to tear them from my lips the treasure of speech as if a magic trick you can't quite figure out this mystery of words you want to hold in your hands that you can only hear in your heart this ghost of breath that dies with its birth the wonder of words that blazes behind your eyes setting your mind on fire!