Words - Sunday 21/08/05

Words.

There is no gift so precious

To me

As words; I find it easy

To get drunk on words.

On short words and long ones

And complicated ones.

I like words that sing and dance

And which burn the page they’re written on.

Words can say so much and

They can build a barrier so high

It is unclimbable.

I can hide behind words, set up

A smokescreen to hide

Me

From you.

© C P Brooks 1995