The Difficulty of Words

I fear now to immortalize my thoughts,
to watch them come alive,
transform them into tangible things,
thoughts are fleeting, temporary, transparent,
they can be brushed aside like flies,
but words, words are permanent,
they are insistent,
they will not be ignored, or forgotten.

I am left imprisoned in trepidation,
rendered aphasiated, while I wait
upon your words, I have placed the dagger
within your hand and at your whim and will
you may use it as you please.

I dare not delve too deep into the meaning of this,
how can I now speak former words of love
when the moment has come in which
you might snipe that all away.

No more private meanderings of idle wondering,
suppressed desires,
no more can you remain as but the elusive muse,
there flickering just out of reach,
for now the time has come,
the moment in which you will become more real than ever,
flesh and blood warm beneath my touch,
or you may become but a ghost of a memory,
farther out of range than ever before,
when not even the hope of a distant future remains.

Soon, all too soon it will become entirely real,
I have done the unthinkable, the irreversible,
I have robbed myself of a dream, for possibility.