Jul 31, 2004 22:00
i tried to write the book of you, but i ran out of paper
i keep the pages locked away, anticipating a day the world would be ready for your story
i tried to take a picture of you, but a thousand thousand words couldn’t capture your soul
i keep the prints locked away, afraid your smile would leak off the page, taking an unready world by storm
i tried to write a poem to tell everyone how the world is just a little bit more wonderful for every breath you take
but i had to keep it locked away
you’re the best secret i’ve ever kept
a supernova starburst waiting to be seen
ready to explode
impossible to contain
pure potential
only moments from
the kinetic drawing beads
of a thousand hungry telescopes
and i won’t tell a soul
so i can be the only one who knows
even if only for a little while
Thank you thank you thank you.