Only Words II People say they are only words, nothing more, Author, Poet Yet, you capture my heart and transport my mind with those verbs and nouns you spew so freely, your adjectives painting the grandiose or sublime. To love-drenched beaches and torture-dungeons alike I readily go with you without fear, stranger. You lift my spirit one day and drown my soul the next, fill me with hope and force me to shiver in dangerYou...

Not huge, this wound my heart endures this hourNot like the gaping hole a blade might leaveNor even close to wounds from rude gunfireYet hurt, I truly am, and I do grieve. Her memory finds me when all is quietWhen life’s endless demands are held at bayWhen I have shut my book, turned off the lightIn predawn hours before the break of day Her endless joy, her boundless zeal for life Her wit, her charm, laughter; her need fo...