Words....

Words bear certain glory,
woven in eloquent strings,
they speak of unspoken stories,

Words carry a teeming endurance,
sometimes pen wrath, at times love,
they scream of prolonged forbearance,

Words are bountiful, like an ocean,
some rip them apart, some squander,
as they drown deep in their own notions,

Words make some of us whole,
who knows, on the other hemisphere,
sits a joyous, or a stricken soul?

Words form the sole world of truth,
carefree from unjustified defenses,
where emotions flow as buoyant deluge,

And so,
I breathe words,
air can wait........

(c) S.S