The Inadequate Word
Twisted in eddies through whirlpools of living
we are experimentalists with emotions of affection
as vocabulary of language cannot denote-
for measures in words are profoundly inadequate
for two spirits forged in the crucible of souls
tempered in moments by breath of existence.
For no voice had nor thoughts expressed
what heart has heard as love’s guest.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
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