Sometimes the words we speak do not synchronize with what the heart feels

Dearly beloved, I know you do not exist
Among the walking people and the cement walls,
My love is insane, the lover is fixed
Someone unreal, a rose without thorns.

Dearly beloved, you are a work of Art,
Art itself, the universe since the very start
How fluent your silence is,
The moon up there is your heart.

Dearly beloved, your existence is abstract
Yet I feel your breath on my face,
Your fingers on my skin, your warm smile,
A union purely spiritual and divine.

You are the platinum of the clouds above,
Clarity of the turquoise waters,
The whispers of the empty night,
The orange horizon just before dawn.

Then, what am I doing down here?
Take me into your comforting arms
Then I think, how can I lose you
When I never had you from the start?

Dearly beloved, wake me up from this slumber
Show me the way through this forest fire.
Anything but don't make me ask again,
What is this and where am I?

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As sweet as any daffodil
Your precious eyes in awe
The wonder that is yours to take
In every breathe you draw

The world is out there waiting
Wondrous moments new
Singing loudly your sweet song
In endless wishes true

For you are the daughter
Of our very own Sunshine
Bringing light to all who see
Her perfect written rhyme

And now for you I’m penning
A poem you can keep
Until you are much older
So many years to reap

That you will know the people
Your loving momma knew
Spreading joy where she did walk
Telling all of you

And when you find you’re reading
These verses I do write
Hopefully they’ll comfort you
On dark and stormy nights

For here across the ocean
Zenani I shall be
Your favorite Uncle Jack (I hope)
As you are family

You have long ago dived into my ocean
And all the treasures you discover, you kindly give it to me.
But did I ever ask you, honey, can you breathe?

"It's not the treasure.
It's the dive.
I love your depth.
Hauntingly beautiful."

The way you cut through my surface
And make your way deep down endlessly,
Has stirred those parts of me
which have long ago fell asleep.

Expressive Silence.

And yes, your implosive silence
Yes, your beautiful grief,
They drug my mind so high
Until I come to you for the heal.