Lack of Words
I'll pen the words while I can
finding purchase on the world
that swirling void of circumstance
asking more than I can stand
the dueling natures asks too much
one of head and one of heart
demanding bard to convey
nature's mystery at last made plain.
There are thoughts behind the text
scribbled musings of my mind
ethereal whispers made of dreams
these fantasies that seem real
vespers captured at long last
before they vanish once again
etched in ink of wise men
the imprint fails because we're fools.
Emotions struggle in my grasp
denying scripture inscribed within
the highest towers and lowest pits
escaping record made to last
if I could state how I feel
it would lie in the next breath
those who say they fix their hearts
are cold ice in the furnace.
In the end the page is blank
what came before is no more
as situations demand their due
what I need cannot be found
the explanations then fall flat
when humanity is brought forth
enigmatic to the self
mystery spoke by lack of words.
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