Tangled [in] words

I get tangled in words
run aimlessly between reason
and consequence.

There is a notion of getting [it]
                                in the word for-getting
and giving [all there is]
                                in the word for-giving.

I figured that the other night
drifting at the water’s edge, waves
washing my weary senses.

There is a point where a thought
 needs to be verbalized. Then I speak
in the words of others, or perhaps
it's the other way around?

However weightless, I am not a bird
nor wind rustling the leaves.
I dare not
                                disturb the silence.