Words

Words sometimes are beautiful
arranged in a special way
by just the right person
at just the right time
on just the right day

A mind, a heart, something unknown
forms pictures and dreams
in symbols
in voice
in print
in digital dots
we live in a strange virtual world

We speak them
or write them
or think them and then
they drift away
or sometimes stay
and we live in some new song

We read them
we live them
or they live in us

Sometimes tethered
to those who wrote them 
or lost among the dust
of one who wrote
and one who read
or one who spoke
or one who said

and was not heard