The Scrivener

I've just been silent
For so long

I'd forgotten

That I can craft a simple statement 

Into something
Like a song

And bid the wind
To dance in your ears

As I craft you a tale

Of what it must
Be like to be strong

Sweet and sincere, 

The words tumble down

Around you

And you can sleep

In the comfort of a thousand
Soft syllables

Cradling your closing
Eyes, kissing each

With warm, delicate whispers

Musing of what could be