When Words End

When words end

Where will I be?

Who then will be my friend

If I don’t whisper to me?

Words remain the lit lens

Of the lighthouse touching ships

Allowing them across suspense

Bows proud over sea’s tips and dips

Words are thrown in the air

Some land and some are lost in translation.

But on a paper where they pair

With a solid that holds them for generations

Words ask a service

To remain heard and read

They ask to stay in business

Silence is not the best instead

Words are needed

For the deaf tyrant to hear

Guns get bigger guns; words, heeded

The only thing that sends a tyrant fear

Words are the velvet touch

When awed silence shatters composition

A touch that lifts from the heart as much

And no option but words to resolve disposition

Does it seem like words end?

Somehow it feels like it does

I’ll leave words here for a friend

Remember me when what is was