I want to cover you
With words. Ink dots
Jumbled together
Until they blur
Into a scrawl, confused
Like the light
From a thousand scattered beads

I want to hide myself
Within the haze
Of my re-memory –
To somehow, between life
And the afterglow
From my tired brain,
Re-create the time and space
That reality stole.

But your blank, pure
Whiteness mocks me,
I find the things
I want to say don’t come

Between you and I –
And the pregnant silence
Of fitful contemplation
Is a wall
Of all the things
I may never,
Ever say.