Words bind us with shared values:
You know what I mean, yet we have never met.
Although not everything can be said,
We can tell about the weight of light,
The sound of colours, the dance
of mountains seen from a train.
Confront us with our past in words
and we will cry again.
Give comfort using the same tools.
In grief lies the darkness that can be lifted,
Its weight can be turned into light
In words said by others,
In thinking away. I love words.