What Are Words?

What are words, but little playthings

Strewn across a page for the eyes to read.

What are words, but little tiny dots of colour

In which soaks vibrant hues that swim.

What are words, but a poet’s soul bared

Naked and vulnerable to the world.

What are words, but a soul that bleeds

When wounded and laughs when in high spirits.

What are words to those who cannot see?

Perhaps they are a voice carried

On the winds to all corners of the world,

One that speaks to the very soul.

(c) 2003 A Riddle