These Words

These words just want to be your friends.
Some poets bore you with their pens.
Some trouble you with terror tales,
or lose you in deranged details.

These words won’t weave a web of woe.
Some freeze your soul with ice and snow.
Some will not dance, just do their duty.
These words just want to breathe out beauty.

These words will not say: I accuse!
They’re modeled by a mellow muse,
who's like the goddess, Aphrodite:
so fresh and funky, never flighty.

These words are free as birds of prey.
They're like the waves and salt sea spray
that kiss the shoreline’s sandy beaches
to bless, with peace, where no one reaches!