Nameless
That in my heart dares not dress in words
Nor yet ride softly upon breath or sigh
‘Cross lines of poetry it’s not blurred;
To music it’ll not risk one dreaming eye
For what tongue can e’er shape something so free
Or what broad bridge of language can bear?
Have mortals the heart for eternity
Or can fallen give account of fair?
I can’t temper the spring in her gentle bright
I cannot cup in my hands the oceans blue
No more than I could wrap starlight
My Love, I cannot write of you
Copyright © Joseph Ardern | Year Posted 2019
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