Words....

Woe betide those nighted souls
that bandy with them words,
their `whispering breezes', `speaking trees'
`weeping clouds' n' `larking birds '.
Alack the day I heard them say,
"the milky ways are ours,
with stars a-twinkle in her eyes
ah !  manna will rain in showers ."
Words , words and still more words,
O spare them me oh , please !
they steal the joy of a skewered heart
and leave me with a cruel peace...