Words leave a trail
laid by the vain wandering of a mind
tormented by an unheard heart.
Sure and silent signs
that can never be followed
back to where their meaning starts.
Pure light hurtles through the cosmos
Seeking certain intersections,
That reflect a latent essence
Approximating absolutes
Observed
in relative dimensions.
Where kindled lovers kiss and catch fire
Before one’s intention quenches
the others desire
Were mind and heart
to each conspire
Over the sweet resin within the aloes-wood.
Oh, they’d be one
of unspeakable meaning
That begets a word,
no sooner spoken,
before ever a word
is understood.
sigh….kiss and catch fire…lovely.
why thank you!