Aching Heart

what can be said of such a message a gift, somewhere between heaven and earth effortlessly bestowed, an infinite language finely created, crafted; oh you movers of secrets understood by rushing rocky streams illumined cry of sun's surprise, for those who know the sum of posies spirit, tumbling with wordy gusts across the written page, blowing heart and mind into new discoveries, but lacking the code to cipher the language, oh cast off illnesses that burn my eyes and blight all efforts rejected lovers cry for more, why was it given gifts to understand, then snatched away unable to express what's known, better flightless sightless, earth bound, never again to smell the dawn, never again to kiss the sun.