Our words
Our words will sweeten the breath
If there’s no poison in the depth
Hidden inside is a nectarine lake
In search of pleasure, we forsake
Our words become the sound of joy
When they work to unite, not destroy
Within, there’s a store of sweetness
Everydrop is utter completeness
Our words never fully disappear
In the ethers, they’re loud and clear
The tongue has no space to tread
It works to spread doom and dread
Our words can become a treasure
That brings all seekers together
Each letter can be a stepping stone
Until we emerge in truth alone
