There is something so
spectacularly beyond words
that I would like to say,
but, of course,
the point is
that there doesn’t seem to be a way.
I would say it’s love,
but that is not enough.
I would say it’s peace,
but then why does the thought
make me want to weep?
I would say it’s empathy,
but it reaches far past
the feelings I share with humanity.
I would say it’s truth,
but philosophy is too stoic a stance
for the sense I’m trying to convey.
I saw two birds
kissing atop a bench
in my front yard,
and I’d like to say
that simple act says it all…
but there’s more.
My heart is full
to the brim; my
heart is overflowing;
my heart is an ocean;
my heart is a rising wave;
my heart is the rain;
my heart is the blood
flowing through these veins;
my heart is a stain
of joy; my heart
is the pull of the tide;
my heart is the moon;
my heart is the glimmer
in her eyes; my
heart is the sky; my
heart is the sun; my
heart is the stars; my
heart is cliché after cliché;
my heart is the urge
to burst; my heart
is a thirst
that can never be satiated,
yet is always content;
my heart says
to leave well enough alone;
my heart forever seeks on…