Where do words go when they're read,

lost in translation never repeated,

do they vanish inside your head,

embroiled in your senses digested deleted.

Words can jump right off a page,

remain in your eye forever to see,

fill you with love taint you with rage,

wrap you in chains or set you free.

Sentences unfold keep you transfixed,

chapters follow on from one to another,

messages behold emotions are mixed,

lost in the plot ink seems to smother.

Narratives scroll like an endless stream,

pictures tie letters with many places,

words in your minds-eye fashions a dream,

expressionless gestures from unknown faces.

Blank pages seem ever-so dull,

dots at the end couldn't be better,

rhymes of pleasure now become full,

correspondences start with a capital letter.

Some words hit me make me feel good,

twists and turns that’s took for granted,

the lines that I've read now understood,

acknowledged sentiment seeds have been planted.