failure
in 5/4 timeyou don't know how I feel
and you ought to know
but I will always fail at this simple thing
with nine eternities, I would fail
I cliché, cliché, cliché you
and I cliché, cliché, cliché when I
think about you
and I cliché when I
hear your voice
language itself undergoes a profound failure
nothing, my most dear woman,
describes this joyous, treacherous, awe-ful thing
even if I was to sit beside you and hold you
throughout a rain storm,
from the first darkening clouds to the
slashing,booming,lightening,thunderous climax
to the becalmed lifting of light behind it all
and if I was to say nothing
invite steady silence, just breathe you,
understand your various tones of dark blue,
distinguish the sounds of droplets on leaves
if I was able to do all this as an explanation
of these feelings I have for youit would not be near enough
© Thomas Trofimuk