you are the poem
i could never write,
your spelt in silence,
heard with sight,
you are the language of wings in flight.
no silverless sea,
no moonless night,
no scene could paint
a black so bright
a deep so blue
one such as you.
i could not lie,
no words are mine,
what words could weave
the warmth of light?
i could not lie,
i could not write
you are the poem
the page is white.