Words Are Wind

Words are wind
To fill our sails
To propel our skiffs
Across this lake called life
The right ones can get us
Out of the dreary doldrums;
Or stir up a storm of words -
Set our minds a-whirl
In a hurricane of ideas
Illuminating clouded thoughts
With flashes of imagination.

Words are wind
Harsh, biting, gusts
That bite right to the bone
When a wordsmith's art
Hits home;
Or a morning breeze; dispelling mists
Clearing fog, disproving myths
Making things as plain as day.

Words are wind;
They lift minds that are laden with ideas
Helping the formless inklings
To collect and collate together,
To precipitate into something solid
Bringing relief to the land:
Words are the wind that bring the rain
That washes away the filth.