Letters

i feel a feverish pulsation pass through my veins as i look at each word uttered or unuttered placed in the cup of my palm bound by time, the words disintegrate and each letter slips and slides into a timeless space mostly never to return… i crack under the weight of the silence they leave behind but the ones that return to the warmth of my palm are drained of the pulsating passion and boomerang to attack me with the ferocity of a wounded lion filled with compassion at their helpless act of defense i hug the poor rag-doll letters weary after a futile journey… i fold these letters in compassion and i shelter them on my soft lap …the wounded-wing letters fallen midflight to a cruel arrow 17sep2009 15.29hrs