Silver Tongue

Is a tricky thing,

Belief.

Will and want,

Prayer and need.

Divine plans 

And serenity.

Religion is a falsehood,

God a drunk cheat.

But words, 

These we see and hear.

Unfurled like blossoms in spring,

With the impact of a raging storm.

How we shape them,

To please,

Twirl our tongue,

Twist our teeth.

Bite them off,

Or draw 

Them 

Out.

Paint a picture,

Vivid green,

Dancing in the sun,

Slinking in the rain,

Sighing in the shade. 

Words are

A base for us to build,

We live and breathe,

But there are those who don't.

They have their own words,

Soft and silent,

Encompassed in black. 

We have silver tongues,

They have silver sighs.

Believe in the power

Of the word

Instead of The Word.