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.