Lonely Letters

Lonely letters look out into a pair of eager eyes,

They wait nervously in anticipation of the coming rain,

Swelling in boisterous excitement of the breaking of their silence,

To once again escape solitude, to give rise to a frantic cacophony,

Of vowels and consonants in search of the sanctuary of

Syllables,

Syllables,

Seeking more syllables,

Desperate for a familiar sound,

Lusting after the sensations of sentence.