Lost Words

*Jos van Riswick*

And
This,
He
Said,
This
He
Said,
And
Every
Word
We
Never
Heard
Stayed
Cluttered
In
His
Brilliant
Head,
To
Mutely
Save
And
Keep,
To
Shout
And
Weep
In
Silent
Prose
And
Poetry
From
The
Heart
He
Could
Never
Start,
To
Fan
The
Flame
Of
Art
Full
Bright
And
At
Last,
Illuminate
His
Life,
So
He
Could
Write.