Only those words

Only those words are needed, 
those sentences to each other glue stick. 
Only the words I write, 
and send to the world, 
they bring over to people's dreams. 
Create a road that will take my dreams, 
in the morning will draw them to you, 
I can get the sentences to grow like a wild wine. 
I do not want to build a new tower of Babel, 
even though I write in different languages 
the story of the catacombs. 

Read stories of the world, 
experienced different fates, 
believed different things, some of 
imagination can be a witch. 
One believes in a different order and 
those things too often thrashed. 
We could only connect our hands 
together, to increase our words 
sheaf of peace. To calculate our souls 
the pigeons out of the prison, 
free from the cycle of heaven 
eagles wild look. 

As the world's annals 
is written in the wisdom of Solomon. 
Many other stories, and 
this my story, just 
today the universe 
I can scratch the surface.