In no words I could express, a presence lost in the moment of profoundest sorrow, devoid of love
Grind stones masked the letters on the rocks where just above the trees would tenderly hug and sway
Wrapped in the woolen blankets of a cold yesterday, heated from the inside; enraged and coiled in silence
Dark nights choked with tears which fell onto my palms, I wept then a child encumbered by isolation
Encased within a world barren with glass eyes for hearts and minds that prick the blood of souls
Guarded by a lineage that drew down the simplest of intent, yet as a camel in the end I shall march
Carrying out a burden of papers comprised by the dreams and coincidental madness of the masses.
Assumed this was the way and path, each step the wrong one like a formidable forest, getting darker
Ever such the irony, half expected this daunting journey was a walk sensible to no one but me.
Never a thought or time had crossed my mind that there would be another half to the story like this
Or yet a mind so close to mine that saw the world with such clarity, in depths as only seas descend
Jolted to a deliberate point of veracity, sequenced by such shrewdly coursed events like a crossword
Simply said if I told you my name, you should know me by it; but if I took your name how would I know you?
Or rather take your hand and name and stare you in the eyes so that I would finally then know all of me.
In no words could I have imagined you, like a god manifests a man from clay, feet first under a sycamore tree.
Parchment unraveled from the branches as the winds breathed across the words “I cannot live without you”
So touched your face and read the words out loud as lightening painfully crashed your shadow to the ground
Clay as clay to skin, as roots to vines and veins, as water into blood, and leaves to limbs dawned life
In no words could I have placed my thoughts of you in any way of measure, words being so confined
And so tears that fell in pain before, fall again once more, this time from the joy of their own conclusion.