Words Fail Me…

Is it a breath of starlight from above?
Or flash of wind that hints of that thing—love?
Words fail me, I cannot sing or write;
Am I in some worn depth or brand new height?

Day passes, unhearing of my voice;
Does night sorrow, or do all shades rejoice?
My foreign feelings question my faint sight;
Is light afar real flame, or merely light?

Come now, be not dumb on trails of sense;
Your present writing shows a glow intense,
And you already are as gold cup of the day
That waits the sun’s first finger-pointing ray.

This entry was posted in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s