Words are the satin and cloth of gold
We drape on the shape of ideas for all to see
Words are the wizards - the alchemists
Who turn colour and sound into coins
of communication. Words are the warmth
and wonder and wine of every day.
Simplicity may drown in words
But it dies gloriously like a drunken bee
In a honeyed swarm of syllables
Words may cloud thought in marijuana mist today
But clarify as a sword thrust tomorrow
A world without words
Would bring an ice-age of silence
More terrible than fury and fire.