Necessity of Language
The word escapes me, as many words do.©02/28/2013 Carol Welch
Is it that I'm expecting too much?
Vast, empty, longing, rolled into one,
sentry's farsightedness and such.
The soul has such breadth, such capacity;
words seem almost outside the need,
superfluous, but we're so glad to see,
that there's one to state feeling or deed..
A glance that identifies with its mark,
warm hand reassures it's sincere.
A tilt of the head show intention to hark.
Still, the right words make the meaning clear.