As if I could describe twilight
with mere mortal words,
or the scent of lilac on the wind
on an early spring morn,
a candle's flicker breaking
and bathing the dark,
or the laughter of children
playing in the park

As if I could capture the melody
of crickets song in the field,
or how things once only imagined
have a way of becoming real,
the way strawberries taste
on the edge of my tongue,
or the tingle inside me
when I'm coming undone

As if there ever could be
sounds that would speak
to intangible moments
of life's great mystique,
the silence you may witness
from taut vocal chords
is merely love in motion
and there simply are no words