I wish my words
Sparked like BLUE fire.
Seen as Embers carried
By the wind.
I wish my words
Streamed  
Powerfully and
Fluidly
Like a waterfall.
I know
the drops of a sweet potion
Dangle
At the Jagged-edge of my lips.
But when I try to summon them
An uninvited visitor appears and
Only Silence comes out.
The Brute of me
tries to compensate
And only dry words
Cascade sand from my mouth.


I wish emotions were
Easier to express.
But how to explain color
To a human born blind?

Forgive me, then,
But my love for you
Is my only art.
As I can almost hug
The sky.