LOST FOR WORDS

I want to write a poem for
   you, but there are not enough
   galaxies in the sky to
   form dreams close
   enough
   to your burning
   shades of
   pink.
You walk in, strut in, stabbing
   thorns grow from my
   fingers and
   somehow, I'm
   falling into
   them and out of
   this tiny
   box of
   sanity
   I've been holding
   close.
   You make sweet
   music for my
   ears and I am
   here,
   vulnerable,
   overly passionate
   once
   again.
Slow-paced, you wait for
   your chance, terrifying cliffs
   lace reflecting waters
   in the dusk, yet
   as you speak
   you are
   slow,
   you are
   calm.
You grab pieces of a
   puzzle cast out across the
   plains and try to
   fit the
   many pieces
   together,
   as many as you
   can place, and I
   am sunken
   in, consumed
   by the twinkle of
   starlight and the
   sudden sweet
   tweeting of your
   lips heard
   echoing
   across
   the room.
I want to write a poem for
   you, but there are no
   words to touch
   the distance of
   mountains and nothing
   to compare to
   your
   heart.
   I am left here in a dreamscape,
   wondering
   how far your
   beauty reaches
   and how
   it is
   you're
   human
      and
   feeling
   completely
      lost for
      words.

- Charlotte Griffiths