Of words & worlds

Words carry the echoes

Of worlds past, that once stood

Of worlds dreamt – open the flood-

Gates, hold the barbarians at bay

Wispy wills-'o- the- wisp, footloose and fey


Whiffs of smoke and mirrors, or so it always goes

Whether worlds past or worlds dreamt, we try our utmost

To find our way back to them. Still they remain lost

Out of reach, try as we might, past our realm dumb.

Whispers turn into roars – beat out the drum


Willow-wreaths wither – old rhythms revive

Late blessings, blaring like trumpets –

Rhyming, arranged for quintets.

May words help us survive

Worlds that bury alive.