I've captured words before re-birthed the life of them transfigured the shapes of image crafted for all mood and now: No metaphor exists compare you I cannot lacking in all power this tongue of mine no creation strong enough to etch the form of you I need new language a lexicon not yet born words only of the soul-speak weak sounds not needed mute letters denied those constructs of understanding useless in the frozen stretches of my mind The world's alphabets so used lacking ever in depiction Deserver of such freshness such invention: from the heart of me that place alone where you exist I can offer only these, mere shadowed surfaces of dearest expression my failure to create the burning light I love in you
Ruth - he is always great with words. Thanks. Seymour - but words are the best tools of all. Thankyou! Sunshine - oh my indeed! Caroline - your praise is wonderfully encouraging. Dsnyder - AAAKKKK - what is it with my name!!!!! Thankyou - I think, denise!!!
[This message has been edited by Severn (edited 10-07-1999).]