Write Me A Poem…


He said;
Write me a poem,
Tell me the colors you see in your mind,
Describe the sky and the moon,
Tell me what the sun looks like at noon...

But I am lost,
For how do I describe color to a blind man,
How to tell him the sky is the color of truth,
When all he knows are lies,

How do I tell him that the sun burns with life,
When his heart is dead inside of him?
How do I tell him that the moon shines
With the color of love,
All aglow in silvery light,
When he is so blinded by the darkness of his life?

He said;
You talk like a poem,
I want you to write me a poem,
Telling me what you feel when you see me…

And I was at a loss for words,
For how can write about how love feels,
When I am feeling it alone,
And he knows not the meaning of the word?

How do I say that love should be about,
Truth and honesty,
That you know in your heart,
Though you are apart,
You are never alone…

He said;
Write me a poem about love…

I looked into his dark eyes,
And whispered softly;
Love?
Love?
I know not the word…