What to say?
A tale, rather golden and lovely,
Wrought from so idyllic a passion
Is what one longs to tell, and believe;
Yet desp'rate are the dreams he fashions
What to say?
You! Speak not of love
Or passion, even truth!
Say only words that
Are good, and kindly, too
Longing, soaring, and pleading aloud;
Inborn truths, his guidance and his light;
They'll rise proud above the lonesome crowd
By only the virtue of their might
Fool! What have you giv'n
Of value, of worth
To demand, so blunt
A blissful moment's mirth?
But love is bliss, and love is blind!
A sunrise, radiant in glory
Illuminates this, his troubled mind
And enlightens the waves of the sea
Nay, heartless words fall
To the ground, trampled;
Shameful, the mind that
Scorns that which it knows not
O! Follow this soul-drawn image!
O! Leave behind this cruel pretense!
Somehow
One lacks the words to express content,
Blissful, and jubilant!
Somehow
One lacks the sense to be humbly silent,
Forgive, and repent!
...Somehow, One Lacks the Words
Submission Name: Somehow, One Lacks the Words
