Ancient Words
by Tatiana

A quill coming to life,
The hand holding it –
Trembles uncontrollably

Scripts on ancient paper,
A quill laid to rest…
Words that come to life,
That can make you laugh or cry
Ancient words,
Warming ancient hearts

The writer feeling every word he writes,
Yet letting the quill take its own course
Letting it fly along the paper
In its own rhythm
Its own time

Feelings flying to fingertips
Longing to be free,
To be spoken
To be heard…

A gift of words,
Feelings finally spoken of…
Hopes and wishes coming true…
All through words – Feelings
Flying through fingertips