Silver words

After silence

Words fell from my lips.

I was a god

I created everything.

I spoke and each word

Was a new world.

Words fell from my lips like a silver stream of beauty.

I was a god.

We were all gods.

We created worlds.

Words touch the secret core

At the heart of the other,

Or they violate it.

"Too many words" hits me like a bullet.

I need silence

And one word,

To call me into being.

God breathed

And the world breathed.

Speaking is like breathing,

But is more than breathing.

Words sail out

Like boats crossing the sea

On a breeze of breath.

A word from a man came at me.

Like an arrow,and pierced me

With sharp sorrow.

Only a few have the true voice,

The voice that does not harm