Recess Files... Contd...

After a long hiatus the files open again...

Words... words...
Words adrift...
Escapism in them i see fit...
A pasture I once spoke of...
Of words... words...
words adrift...
Has led me to a path with a bit
of a twist...
From then to now a forest does grow...
Lost in them...
my words... words...
Words adrift...
The pretty insects had come and now they go...
Yet I remain...
Unrotten...
Forgotten...
Unworthy to become the sand...
In which the seeds to sow...
So now with words...
words... words adrift...
I seek the fate... of sifted silt...