Unwritten Words

So many words I have not written

They have come to me at random

At unsuspecting times

Unplanned

Unprepared

Indisposed

In a steaming hot shower

Lying down and drifting off

Inside a giggle

At the end of a great book

Driving…alone

Something

Anything

Triggers thoughts

They rush in like a flash flood

Just thoughts at first

Building

Growing

Escalating

Becoming more

Now phrases

And carefully crafted stories

But like the wind

Or the lilies

Life and even our memories

My words are fleeting

They are butterflies

Floating

Soaring

Escaping

They are free from ink

Not bound by pages

Roaming

Exploring

Wandering

Nomadic Characters

Dancing above the clouds

I await the rains

To capture them once again

While scrubbing the floor

At the bottom of a coffee cup

In solitude

Within a smile

So that I may write

The words I have not written