words

every letter on this page
weaves together a portrait
a neverending story of one hearts desire
to be heard
to be held and to be
loved
words are not enough in it of themselves
but when words are accompanied
by the song each heart sings
to one another or
to the God who created them
the words transform into something bigger
something more beautiful than a man made creation
of ink and paper
thought and scribbles
but work together
like magically woven masterpeice
strung together between the clouds by the angels
filling the nothingness
in a way that surpass all understanding
these very words contain a hidden power that once unleashed
can never be taken back
I am bound to these words
just as other peoples words bind them one to another
in life
liberty
and love
those words are the foundation of life
they are the death sentence
they are the gate through which friends enter
and lovers leave
through which we influence everyone and thing aroud us
even the animals respond to our words and head them
but who am I to say
after all these are just
words
right?