Word Coat

In a world full of precious jewels,
Signed papers,
Gold-stamped certificates,
Medals to hang—

I find
The greatest accolade
To be my own words—
A pen’s ink on paper—
My Word Coat—

Like black dots on a staff
They are nothing 'till
They are played,
But when they are,
The music is tangible, 
Beyond compare.

While gold glitters in the sun
Words glitter when— 
In a sea of words
They sing.

Others prefer the 
coat of silence.
And brutality 
Is the fitter coat
For some. 

But I find the 
Warmest coat 
To be the 
Coat of Words.

I wear it to preserve my past
And to prepare for future’s blizzard.
I wear it on humid summer nights
And during foggy dawns.

I wear it— 
For in extremity
No coat could 
Be more important
Than the Word Coat. 

Yet never,
Through harsh droughts,
And scorching heat waves
Have I had to take the Word Coat off.