Paris Weslyn

Word Born

Blood runs through my veins in the form of alphabets
I am brought to existence through the opening of pages
Through the word it was spoken and thus we gasped the first breathe of life
The rays of eternity shine on the temples of poets,
Molesting the insides of journals with the pricks of their pens
She shines on them
They make the world that rotates around her
Mother sun, daughter word
She hangs on the tips of toddler’s tongues
She is the soul of the cunning lawyer
She is the heart of the silent father
Stars and moon she shines
Skipping across the ripples in lakes
Painting with leaves and branches
This is the beginning
With her smile we write the tale of our birth.

Paris lives in Peoria, Arizona.