Words Poem by Justis Hughs

I love to write the words I can't speak,
to scrawl letters across a blank page
Giving life to what I think.
I can feel my soul,
with each letter,
bleed into the world.
Yet my voice cannot do the same.
In my mind each dip and rise,
every combination,
carries a boundless universe
of stars with meaning.
But as they fall from my lips-
they crumble,
and are blown away with the wind.
So how can I be expected
to tell you the things which matter most?
How can I doom my most beautiful thoughts?
I cannot.
My voice will surely burn
what's printed on my heart.
But still I hope there's another,
who can cradle the words in their breath.
Keep them safe, make the vowels sway,
and by reading them back to me
take my breath away.