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.
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