From cradle have words been mine
With words have I defined,
Described and refined
Creations from time
Words have I spoken
Words have I woven
Words have I molded
And Words have I eaten
Words so sweet have come to me
Words pleasant have come to me
Words of filth have come to me
Words so vulgar have come to me
Of the good have I spoken
And of the bad I have spoken
Of the strong have I spoken
And of the weak I have spoken
Yet
Face to face with you
I find not a word for you
And in description too
There’s none except you
Words and words have come to me
From distances far as can be
And near as can see
In my poetry and my story
With words
I enslaved and unleashed
Minds in my preach
Traveled and reached
Worlds beyond reach
Words have I molded
To create worlds founded
On great and perfect minded
Imaginations of life well defended
But,
In your presence
I stand dump
With wordless words
I mumble and fumble
From words have I molded,
Like a smith.
Weapons of war and peace
At my wordsmith shop
From words
I have fought battles
And waged wars of brutalities
And in same made peace
In my words-world
Crowns, swords and shields
Do me bow in escape of a crash
Their absolute annihilation
But
In stands before you
I am empty
That I find none in me to describe.
None to define you
Words have I used
To re-paint pictures refused
That they were no more abused
But by same, re-used
In sight
You’re least for description
Yet you choke me in spirit
That I suffocate in speech
For your definition
Your beauty’s art
Radiates to pierce my heart
At the central part
Bull’s eye! Like a dart
You are my word
That which I search
The definition speech
That which is unfound
You are you
…..SaintWryght…..
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