Words now fail to catch my soul
Like water run through broken bowl
When pen to paper do I press
No longer can it ease distress
Where once with words I lit a flame
My words no longer praise thy name
How could words describe this sight
Perfection pales while in her light!
The sun, the moon, the stars above
The graceful deer, and gentle dove
Such things confound poetic minds
Yet you're more wonderous than these kinds
But poets fail to capture these inside their petty word
So how can I with silent soul find a cage for such a bird
To see her face, to glimpse the sky
To see her leave, to see me die
Yet still the truth eludes my touch
So damned to silence pained as much.
