I never know what to say.
I do not know what to say.
So I write
To
The pages beneath my fingertips
For they hold my heart
In confidence.
Here,
On paper,
I may laugh or cry without saying a word.
I never know what to say.
I do not know what to say.
So I write
To
The pages beneath my fingertips
For they hold my heart
In confidence.
Here,
On paper,
I may laugh or cry without saying a word.
Share with me,
If you will,
Your naked passion.
Like poets of old
Did take possesion of
Hearts and minds
By magic
With merely
Pen and paper.
I dreamt a dream of times past;
Of you and I.
And I was overwhelmed with
Emotion.
I began to weep.
How can my heart be light yet heavy at once?
Thinking to capture you
I reach for pen and paper.
To write you down.
To read you forever.
But,
The ink had run dry.
To tired and weary to rise from my bed
I kept the memories
Lit inside me.
I placed my head on my pillow
And went back to dreaming instead .
She falters for words
(just keep breathing)
So she chooses instead
To pour her heart into
Paper and lead.
She saves her breath
(just keep breathing)
Slipping
Secrets
So delicately
Into the curves
Of each letter
She writes.
(hands steady she keeps breathing)
Our love cannot be
Written in a poem.
The mere thought
Of it makes my heart tremble.
It is those words left unspoken,
Unwritten
Floating free
Between the ink and paper.
It is omnipresent
Yet
Cannot be possessed.