I have tried on many
occasions to capture that
which I cannot.
The things that time and
Earth and love
give and take right back
because their beauty is
too great.
Like the waves the heat makes
coming up off the pavement
in the sweltering summer that
I can see and feel
and swear I can hear-
but never touch.
Like the way my tears,
running salty and wet,
make long and full
my lashes as no makeup
ever could.
Like eyes shining
under street lights-
sparkling stained glass
to the soul.
And like my love for you.
These things we don't
get to keep.