words are our moans, our grunts and squawks
our growls, our yaps and purrs
the squeaking of peregrine falcons and hawks
when commenting on what occurs

words point the way to what we mean
not always the words that we use
wrapped in thought propelled they seem
sometimes to confuse

other times we're mesmerized
by their hypnotic chants
mantras and songs often surprise
somehow then we advance

words on the page leap silently
becoming what comes into view
in each mind somehow we see
visions forever renewed

by words and their sounds vibrating
the air molecules in between
and from the page elevating
us from yesterday's dream...