The Secret of Words
Have you ever stopped, tasted a word?
Let it roll off your tongue,
Savored the crisp cleanness;
The satisfaction of a word
That fits perfectly?
Do you get the fulfillment a word can bring
When it expresses everything you wanted to say,
Expresses you
Just right?
For me, it's the sweetest of joys:
A small victory to find the right word
In a world of greys and so much wrong.
Words are my best friends,
My everlasting companions.
Those ancient sages that teach me
The magic of the right word.
Are my most treasured possesions
Though these books may seem dull and incessant,
Full of the extinct, and treasures too identical
To be of any interest in this world of today
To anyone-
And certainly not to the many
Who would carelessly pass these spell books by.
Oh, well-
It's their loss, their own nescience
That leaves the secret of words, of their magic,
For me.