A word

Slowly given,
A word floats tender,
Yet warm,
Caressing my cheek
With insistence…

A word,
Flows over the mountain breeze,
Touching sky,
heav’n whisper’d
Slow, yet steady, now growing,
Now fading…
As if they never were there…

Now still,
Hush…
For they again be whipped about… as
Paints tossed with careless touch,
A glow… slow emanating from
the world into our meager attention….
Warm words,
Words to curl up with
Words that make life…
Words that give
Reassurance…
Words that give pleasure,
Pain… keep you company
In earnest good…
Words that are your friends…

And yet I wonder
Are they just words…?