Thursday, October 25, 2012

WORDS


There are words he wishes 
he could carry with him
and hold out to others as gifts, 
and words made of wind 
and sunshine that settle 
inside his life like little friends.
There are words in books 
that break out into songs and dances
and don't seem to care 
if he's there or not, 
and never-ending words 
with never-ending meanings 
that make sentences slide
down hills to the sea 
where they disappear 
and leave him standing 
and shaking his head.