When Words Fail Me

When Words Fail Me

When words fail me, my shadow will trail me:

A meandering silhouette.

Numerous adventures , we will embark upon

No words will be spoken!

Naturally!

Or unnaturally!

Countries vast with barren lands

Betwixed black chimneyed cottages and

Windswept oceans.

On winged birds, we will  fly

Undulating to the wind.

We will look down

And take note of delicate webs

That both the humans and spiders span.

Webs of lace. Webs of networks!

Fragile emotions perfumed

With bitter sweet lotions

Of course I won't have words

To describe these!

In images they will be inscribed.

Beguiled smiles, and veiled eyes.

In stones.

Carved with a scintillating sword.

And corpses: savagely occurred.

In landfills. Cemeteries. And slaughterhouses.

We will pray; my shadow and I

That there will be no more of these

Corpses to come: the savage kinds!

Both of living beings or shattered dreams!

Not in words, shall we pray but

In scents and images and other senses!