It has always seemed to me that words—language—are the very foundations upon which sentience is based. Without them, barring telepathic communication, there would be no way to communicate, and certainly no way to leave behind a legacy. I later rewrote this poem entirely under the same title, “Reforming Words”, with a slightly different focus.
Reforming Words
Touched by majestic magic founding words,
My thoughts are full of most astounding words.
Scribed in languages long before our own,
Their gifts were wrought in strong redounding words.
Angelic tongues, now half forgotten lore,
Unlocked the secrets with expounding words.
Clear they expressed the space between the poles,
Yet time has changed them to confounding words.
The place where dreams began and dreams will end
Can hardly be explained through bounding words.
With antiquated brush her symbols formed;
With modern key they still are grounding words.
Until that shore lost in the haze is reached,
Our hearts will be pursued by hounding words.
Reformed again from aeons lost diffused,
Zahhar begins anew in sounding words.
This is my 30th ghazal.
