I love words

but so often 
I don't understand them.

I read them over and over
like a puzzle I mull over their
meanings in my mind.

I sleep with them
and cradle them in 
my mind's arms of comfort.
They cry out to me 
in pain , in joy and
in amazement.

Words 
just the hollow embodiment 
of life's fullest moments.
Yet somehow in my darkest
hour they don't let me down.

Words 
well chosen can nourish and 
move mountains in my soul.