Can I Write You
For life has been upon me such,
that I know
I cannot long hold you
Can I write you?
Can I slip into your eyes
in search of words to describe?
May I move as a soft caress
upon your skin,
so as to fill my pages?
Can I bathe in
the beauty of your trance,
gathering words of poetry?
May I capture your glow,
your warmth, your smile...
your memory?
For life has been upon me such,
that I know
I cannot long hold you,
for an angel never could be held.
But if you will,
might I hold you dear, forever
upon the weathered linen pages
of my mind.
