I Love

love to write

I need to love

Words sometimes spoken with a soft tongue;

gentle like a breeze not strong enough to carry

a single leaf across the street

A chance to play with my thoughts, sometimes

generously, arrange them correctly like a

beautiful melody

Fresh like the innocence of a child at play,

and full of discovery

Thoughts can come so hastily, full of mistakes,

in need of repair; dramatic at times; full of

spirit; farthest reaching

A voice never still, not always right, still

seeking what is peaceful

Finding peace and calm even after taking

many falls; wanting better results from what

I do

Taking pen in hand, my hand rolls across this

beautiful fresh piece of paper recording what it

is I am thinking

My eyes pour over the letters that come together

to tell a story, hoping for more even from that which

is least

The Web Projects of Sondra Ball and Mario Cavallini