Words

words are like mortar between bricks
made into walls
between us,
sometimes they crumble
with age
I once lived in a glass house
stood on the inside
a stranger threw rocks
I knew not then
it was me,

I am homeless
now
lost,
a wave in the sea,

You are the sun and stars
I am the rain
the ground of dissolution
is a word of kindness
spoken from the heart.


~A