Words

Are our words reason enough to hold hearts forever. To bond and unite us into a forward moving light Or is a word composed of only syllables spoken over the swell of time that can come only to nothing eviscerated of lasting meaning by the unchanging winds of millennia. By our inability to last longer than the words we take, shape and cherish in the brief years we come to know them. I have no answer but still I have words and while they take form I shall create objects so you may see a little of how my world is.