Words

If words were what mattered most
your touch would not move me,
shatter me,
send me chasing the moon to join you.
If words were what mattered most
your look would not catch me,
startle me,
send me squirming through the dark to find you.
If words were what mattered most
your lack of them would wound me,
break me,
send me out the door to face the void beyond.
But in your silence I am safe
and in our "quiet" I hear things...
Soft, and warm, and wild, and wonderful...
If, one day, you speak --
I wonder ...
If words were what mattered most
I would have missed the point,
lost me,
walking in my daze, alone, without you...
...And yet ... "what so wild as Words are?"