Words  are so fragile yet powerful once touched,
whispered in the winds, needed oh so much.
Words have launched a thousand ships, spoken by men long gone.
Remembered by all who read, inscripted on granite walls.
Words seem to be unspoken when relationships slip away,
there are so many words to use...yet nothing is left to say.
We stumble on the right words to use when we try to say goodbeye,
yet all that is left to the ears is the lonesome bugle cry.
Poets around the world use words everyday,
one only has to stop and read ,  so much one has to say.
My words are just that, words on a electric page,
words that I hope, record the journey of the day.
Words...... the mind travels as the soul stays  in its safety zone,
listening for a fragile reply.
Waiting, wondering if the  words he wrote had died.