What Are Your Words?

What are your words?
Do they mean nothing
or do they say something,
a something I wish
to believe. Then they
mean everything. For
I am a cynic great enough
to believe anything,
searching decades
longer than I’ve lived
for something to
justify my means.

What are your words?
They are the naked autumn.
I hope and pray the
earth stops spinning
long enough for me
to understand.