This poet goes silent, the stage goes dark
The full-length soliloquy now
reads stark
The moment is hush, like the
eternal dawn
The lyrics may end … the
music plays on
There’s nothing to be said,
nothing to be heard
Truth be known … there are no
words
Thou shall not match the
terms for love
As we rise to heights
countless miles above
Any attempt at alignment
becomes a breach
The utterance of language simply
cannot reach
In the sky, only room for
high-flying birds
Truth be known … there are no …
There are no words for this kind
of pain
Days and nights go by … again
and again
There are no words for this
sort of loss
The giving and receiving, the
highest cost
There are no words for the
heart that knows
The love that grows and grows
… and grows
So we shall be still tonight,
and not give a thought
To the caves of shadows where
we can get caught
We shall not try to
understand that which goes beyond
But lie down in the field,
and recall the dawn
Where we can say nothing
more, but rest assured
Truth be known …
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