How Much You Mean to Me I Cannot Say
How much you mean
to me I cannot say:
A word is like the surface of a
sea.
Perhaps in ripples you can see my
mood
Pressed into the blue roll of a wave.
Yet
my life must be the language of my love.
A word is like the
entrance to a cave:
No light beyond the first quick
clarity,
No way into chambers never
viewed,
Into places words cannot convey,
Vast
molten fields that move our lives above.
Each word is like a
brushstroke on a nude:
Reality stands dreaming far
away.
Some prefer the portrait and engrave
A
mundane thought on each divinity.
Reality's a mountain in a
glove:
You reach beneath the word to know the
love.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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