The symbol of words
Words are symbols like flying crane,
Ever circling, clever, inane.
Some dear and some insincere and
Some whisper foolishness, your ear.
They air more then define you know.
And they say more than, such is so.
Some lovely as the daffodil,
Some sugar coat a bitter pill.
And I have joined their revelry,
In books, letters and fantasy.
They have opened many a door,
Their like chameleons, of allure.
But it's up to you to keep them sane,
They can misinterpret, the plain.
Subject to your final virtue,
It is your view, selects the true.
So love them like the stars that dwell, for
They've traveled heaven, as well as hell.