I found this poem in my archives today, a kind of deep inner song for a Tuesday.

words are sounds through which we travel

remembering the way 
i used to write every night 
in front of the long window

as the days grew longer 
swimming in the word pond 
reliving memories 
and perspectives 
listening to what emerged 
deeper down 
in the inner word worlds
in the layers of word silt 
words sounding
and forming meaning