Words make love

words may not be everything
but everything is nothing
without words

still they cannot heal or mend
any wound they only form a bridge
of sand that looks tough but
will always collapse beneath
your feet at the wrong moment

words may not be everything
but everything is nothing
without words

who searches for them shall
only find meadows filled with trees
of lonely air from which they
hang as dead poets on a gallow
in the middle of a wordless universe

words may not be everything
but everything is nothing
without words

words do not create a better
world but they are one on their own
with houses in which people live
and die like in any other word
(they are only apart one letter)

worlds may not be everything
but everything is nothing
without worlds

poets come from one of these words
no man knows which and I can only
guess yet it does not matter cause
someday we all go back to a place
called nowhere (in particular)

words may not be everything
but everything is nothing
without words

there words make love and lovely
babies who play among the stars
I could lie and say all is harmony
but even the words make wars yet
I think I found my home

home may not be everything
but everything is nothing
without home

love may only be one thing
but no thing is anything
without love