Words

Though words

Like the wind are not

Realized solely by creation

But through experience

Expressions of love

Void the embrace

Can be as meaningless

As a kite on a windless day

The soar of the eagle

Is effortless

Upon a robust wind

Yet regal

With wings spread in artful motion

Words lie dormant

As the leaf on the ground

When the wind absent of emotion

Takes no action upon the heart

Prose is ink on the paper

And stirs not the heart

If not accompanied

By the purposefulness of action

Like the wind

Action begets meaning

Whether it is the leaf

Or the heart

Poet