sadness

i can’t find the words.

i don’t want this to be

one of those pages where i just stare

for what seems forever at an empty page

            how do i express this one?

            there are no words…

mathematics describes the infinite

science describes the finite

poetry is the hearts way

of becoming tangible in the world

this sadness…. why am i sad?

because i have found a love

           

            as pure as gold, who needs definite

            or indefinite, space and time from me

there are no words.

there is no way to express this

there are some dialects of the heart

that even poetry doesn't understand

there are some forms of sadness

that can only be, secrets of the heart

            this is one of them.

i'd give my favorite words

to have you next to me

i'd give my best couplets

to have my head on your chest again

and if it cost me a thousand poems

to have one day with you,

i'd spend every moment in poetic prose

just so when i looked up from the page

i could see your good

shining through that warm smile

yes, i'd give up my words for you to be mine

each and every last one....            

           

            my greatest passion

            for my greatest love

i'd start with the ones that were with me in adolescence

the ones that comforted me when i was 14, alone and ashamed

then, i'd give up my words that were my only companions

in the darkest moments of my life

           

            i'd go through it all again, but this time alone

            if you'd be mine

every stroke, every comma, every period

and every instance of creative contemplation

my closest friends

my most intimate companions

            i'd give them all away for you

           

you once told me that death is the great equalizer

your depth amazed me in that moment

            yes.... and so is love

            as its here, in this sadness that nothing else identifies me

you've brought a poet to offer you his words.

can't you see what your love has done for me?