No Words

Early twilight, these hours do come to fade.
But no! Not now! Such thoughts have yet to be
Written, upon this page! Oh woe! Be free
From this! I am no puppet taking shade
In one's image such as yourself! Unmade
For worlds like this. Unintentionally, this "Me,"
This "Life," is false. Oh how, I long, to be!
These words so many scrambling forcing mode.
But look! At last! Such beauty comes along!
This dawn, or dusk, what ever you find just.
These words, come lost, to sights like this. This mood
So loved, it takes a kiss from Light or Night.
Pick not! Cherish this life. I do suggest.
For words are more of worth, to me, if used.