Shakespeare’s but a shadow
of the feelings you induce
though my words, too, they do fall short
to silence I refuse
there’s not a language I have heard
or thought I’d bring myself to learn
that now I use
invent with you
I never thought I may find life
so hard
to fit in words
I never thought I’d find a life
so far
from reaching words
I guess I could come to describe
the motions
or the smells
or tell someone you are the one
and smile
hope they can tell
that they have, too, faced life events
that language fails to replicate
that life indeed is bigger than
ourselves and beyond death
that there are moments we survive
without a single breath
to feed
our lungs
there’s something else that makes us be
we’ve suffered much to phrase
to put in words
to fit in clay
to reach, materialize
but those who would keep still
amazed
I think
were rather wise
some things in life you know you just
can never perfectly describe
they wouldn’t fit the vowels or the consonants
or art
or music, though at hinting stuff
it has a major part
a pair of eyes
I can’t describe
have silently begun
to pull me to an endless space
post words
pre-birth
of love
