AND THAT MAKES THREE

AND THAT MAKES THREE

First it was one simple word presented to the world
Perhaps dug up blindly from so deep within the soul
Blinking in the daylight, yet quite sure of its mission
And yet bristling with a potential for nuclear fission
Confident of evolution, to fulfil its prospective role
And like an emergent serpent, it became uncurled

It knew full well that all alone, it would never stand
So, with its silent magical chant, it drew a few more
As a second handful of words, to complete a phrase
All showing their relief, as if extracted from a maze
Next steps were to introduce rhythm and metaphor
And growing passion, as flames that must be fanned

Together, almost everything that they could ever be
Already with the shared vision to set alight the page
A mighty pen versus sword was a battle already won
It knew its journey into others’ souls had now begun
All present and correct, as final edits closed the cage
An added twist of confidence, and that makes three