Lifting mountains, raising sky scrapers
Paving grass and growing castles.
A blank canvas is anything but white,
Now blue and always forever grey.
Alliteration, utterance, sounds and voices,
To topple gods, or bring down bad guys.
To seduce a love, or even earn your place.
These are the power of words.
Telling you I am sorry.
Has never been as fun as creating just one small place…
But the moments faded.
Trees and lakes, seabed and deserts
Eagles and dragons, sometimes, rarely, even Bilbo bagins
These are the power of words.
Passion and anger, freedom and captivity
The loss of a nation
The start of a home.
Three rooms. One bathroom. And little details,
Like dust, and shoe laces, umbrella’s hat’s and
A child’s imagination too.
Created by them,
To be spoken by us.
These are the power of words.
Going even deeper, changes in habit
Alliances and misgivings.
Those moments that are brilliant
Overshadowed
By doubt in fulfilment.
A scientist’s love, of what’s deep beneath
Began in a book
That he once read. Names are just places and places are just gifts,
Giving life in all the right places…
These are the power of words.