The purpose

For as long as I live
I will write my lines
on what I believe
as true
for me, if not for you.
I will work on them, refine
them afresh, anew
on those patient leaves
my tears will fall like the dew
smiles will paint in various rainbow hues
my thoughts will rise and fall in horizon
lie on the space
with charm and grace
they will chatter and blather
babble and jabber
on those tolerant pages;
with them
my thoughts will talk non-stop
from nineteen to the dozen.