Sometimes Words Need A Push..... Poem by Mahfooz Ali

My hands are cool
around the glass,
where water once danced
to free my past,

The crystal water
I used to know
has burned his charm
to candle's glow,

Instead I wait
the spirit's call,
with tender push
my thoughts to fall,

Impassioned words,
sometimes they miss
the fond embrace
of a lover's kiss,

To spur their flight
upon the page,
or pierce the still
with bitter rage,

While embers burn
to warm my skin,
I wait for truth
or ink to win.