Dear Wordsmith

Dear Wordsmith,

Words are trickery, they say
especially, the beautiful ones
an illusion, crafted to deceive..
temporary, useless
if not followed through
I won't say that's untrue, but..

Words are hope too..
a series of crossroads, choices
none too easy, crafted intentions..
possibilities aplenty
a maze of wonder, where
anything, everything
is put, so much so that
if nothing much, given
a chance, to turn true..

Trickery is hopeful,
because it's lost on no one..
Hope is tricky,
because it's found among none..

Yours truly..