Would that words were more like soap
wherewith a cleansing could occur.
A wanton wish and humble hope,
A wanton wish and humble hope,
see this as that. Or, as it were,
that all these words might disculpate,
that all these words might disculpate,
launder, and wash away your fears
to promote a more mindful state,
to promote a more mindful state,
revealing steps; the subtle tiers
of metaphors, and similes
of metaphors, and similes
that provide for extenuations
of reasons to feel more at ease;
of reasons to feel more at ease;
stet your threats; allay frustrations.
Would that words could clean so bright
without so much as giving pause;
could share emotions of delight,
could share emotions of delight,
revealing how, and showing cause
for words when they are heard and read,
for words when they are heard and read,
as those like these thusly relate,
to be thought pristine instead
to be thought pristine instead
of written on a once clean slate.
Would that words, like wish and hope,
considered here as fortunes follow,
washed within, were words like soap,
washed within, were words like soap,
this would not be hard to swallow,
and soapy words would not raise the ire
and soapy words would not raise the ire
of any who might wander in,
yet leave you, listeners, inspired
yet leave you, listeners, inspired
by what is heard above my din.