At Loss For Words

I sit here in my little cyberboat on this monstrous sea of words and phrases,fed by all the electronic rivers of the world. I've been here often and fished freely and not without success. At times, I pulled out diverse bits of tricky wordplay to express my moods, fears and longings. I rowed out to a deeper area this evening determined to set my poles right and send my hooks years, many years deep, to find those expressions existing in unmined dark depths that swim in light phosphorescent, unmatched and of their own making, smart and competent, all like you my friend, independent, beautiful and intelligent. I returned to shore without a catch, no brightly relevant words to express how lovely a few hours and a lunch could be, how my heart skips at good-byes, how valuable you are to me.