-For the Writer of Ramblings-
Words
That is all they are from me
Letters and symbols and spaces
That mean as much when I put them together
As they do individually.
The conviction, the power,
The exquisite conveyance of everything
That the our lives are or should be
Is all your work

There is no way to praise you for it

Nothing I can say matters
The most i can give you my silence
Filled with wonder and admiration
Or simple pitiful and ultimately
meaningless words