Words have lost their meaning,
it's true.
No pattern, collection, gathering of
shapes on a page can contain
how even in your presence
I can miss you.
In absence, the music of silence
is only the recollection of your voice,
the way you speak my name
as if the word had never been uttered before.
Breath serves only to sigh for you.
Time moves only to move you closer to me.
And in the unfortunate hours
you are away from me,
I understand what the world has tried to define
since its beginning.
I know what it is at last.
Through you I now understand
why I cannot chronicle my love on a page,
for, my darling,
the heart speaks in tongues
unintelligible with joy
and in the presence of such rapture
there are no words to speak.
