The Gulf

[Guest guest]

What

may be said

to bring you peace

when language as a

noisy artifice

ensures the lack thereof?

What understanding

that is not firmly rooted

in the recesses of your

shining heart?

What wisdom

that beacons not

with the sagacity

of intrenchant reason

to your sterling intellect?

How then speak

and in the speaking

bridge not that infinite

gulf twixt you and I

but you and yours.

 

 

In

sharing does the crocus bloom

and sharing also sees it's doom.

Of love we seek to find the cost

and in the seeking find we're lost.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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