Is it possible to waste words 
To have them fall from the sky 
Like gifts 
Perfect in their sacred 
Profoundness 
To feel the weight 
Of their intensity 
Grab at your heart 
Coax tears 
Create laughter 
Take your hand 
Lead you in the slowest of dances 
Enlighten you with tales 
That are yours 
But not you 
Give sounds 
To the silent spaces 
Between thought and action 
Allowing you to breathe 
While yet drowning 
Giving you a dry place 
To lay your head 
A soft place 
To cradle your heart 
A giver and taker of time 
To look at your life 
And finally grasp 
What it all means 
What you mean 
Words 
To give you a name 
When you were nameless 
Is it possible 
To witness 
Such miracles 
And remain 
Speechless 
As they melt on your tongue 
And drain from this world 
Leaving only an echo 
Of where 
You should have screamed 
Proof 
Of where you once existed 
Now gone 
Lost 
Forever 
Words 
Wasted