The Words

i can’t ever quite catch them

i can’t keep them in my hands

i must use them once i have them

i steal them from the barbers

i trade for them with the bakers

i borrow them from the candlestick makers

i take them from your dreams

i find them in your soul

i see them in the beauty

i hear them in the silence

i buy them from the penniless

i remove them from the rich

i give them to the witless

i save them for the sorrowed

with them i weave life

with them i defy death

no more than a slave to their wishes

eternally bound to their will