Every Word...

Every word has its own way In different elements of meaning With each other they do on play Together in their contravening Something there to achieve or speak When mind in thoughts is collecting Anything that comes then to peak Within interests and connecting Thought put together with new gist Language of Poetry with its own deep Usually in conversation missed Awakened up from its reality sleep When thoughts go wander into dark A feeling’s mood or frame of mind From pondering of profound spark When you don't know what you'll find Something in silences flow From the time that keeps coming still When minutes are in their ticktack go With each attributes to times fulfill Every word that weaves its thread In colorful glimpses and philosophy Within its way and ageless spread Those always around to wander free