These Hands that Write
What once began as a thought
flourished as the words were wrought
like cascading raindrops
falling from a single spot
The words my hand created
told a story that was dictated
by the use of these hands
that helped to forge my homelands
The colors began to bleed from my fingers
reds, blues, yellows, whites, and blacks chose to linger
Composing the bright blue seas
sunrises and sunsets of magnificent magnitude
that filled the sky with endless rainbows of color
and promises of new tomorrows
The words my hands shape
cause them to shake
as power flows through each word
and my story is told.