Poetic words
I seek them
by delving deep
inside my being
and having found them
I play with them
I talk to them
I walk with them
I look them in their eyes
and I make out of them
all sorts of things.

Sometimes I make them
into a fountain
of my joy-spring,
or a 'poe-tree' with
the coolest shade
or a bouquet of
wishful thoughts.

I've even made them
into a vent for
my fuming state.

In every form
they take,
they
soothe my
scorched skin,
become a balm for
my blistered body,
relieve me of
my every pain,

color my life
with hopes and
dreams,
clarify my turbid
mind and then

in the end
they hold my hands
and lead
my restless being
to the shore of
just one word -
the best of all
poetic words
to the wor(l)d
of silence!