I see your language arise from your lips.

Tingling underneath my skin.

Amazing how you watch it take shape.

The vowels slowly finding thier place.

The sounds that are uttered are complex and unique,

but when weaved together create thought and allow us to speak.

Words are physical things, you can see within an exhaled breath.

Thier physical form hits your ears and sometimes resonates in your chest.

Always the thoughts seem to wander, to the unknown words that describe,

the underlying feelings that are constricted inside.

Sometimes frustration leaks into the manner

in which you try and express yourself in your verbal chatter.

 However,

there are words that will never be

in our limited vocabulary.

Words of love, of hate, of passion.

Words able to describe your soul in a more deeper fashion.