I take consolation,

comfort, shelter,

in my words,

and hide in their meanings

that cover my

dismay in this world.


Words are companions

when none else is found,

and live as my playthings

in this playground of mind.


I find energy, life,

a spark as they form

their patterns and rhythms 

in the routines of living

a life that’s worthwhile.


Words are my lovers

that taunt me and caress

my bold imagination that

comes out erect in the silent

freedom of night’s charming bed.