"Words" (A poem of love in the inocent years)

“Words”

Words can make fools heroes and heroes fools,
Pack people together in schools,
‘Been said that a picture paints a thousand words,
But who could ever count all the words that exist for and because of you,
You are an original that can only be copied…one and only one…never two,
This keyboard anxiously and hopefully seeking,
From all the vast resources of my knowledge,
From kindergarten to my distinguished preppy college,
Of the right words to make your heart skip a beat,
Making certain that your lips will not be laughing,
Pondering what to say to make the seemingly impossible cut,
The leading role in your wildest dreams … a seemingly hopeless feat,
Silent the words inside that my heart faithfully girds,
Because of cliché’s the truth is hidden somewhat,
I dare not say that I have seen you before with grandeur,
Or that it seems as if I have seen your friends too,
What words can describe this feeling that's O' so pure,
My head spins wildly though I’m sober,
I’m drunk in a stupor, lost in déjà vu,
How amusing if no feelings are felt,
To watch a clown lay it all on the line,
As you watch this lonely heart melt,
Knowing this my words are delayed waiting patiently probing carefully for the exact right time,
Squirming while I fidget feeling helpless I know that regradless how brilliant or witty my words may sound,
What could I possible do, give or say to you to make you feel as I do,
I become a child...
Curious and trusting yet unable to tear away my eyes from the soft hypnotic rays pouring from the sparkling blue Gemstones clustered together in a clear cool refreshing spring flowing pouring softly into my heart as it pounds wildly and only for you,
Again I’m a child...
I’m excited; I’m scared, I’m happy, I’m sad! how did this come about?
What were the words you spoke that conquered this mighty man,
Oh why, oh why, do I not know?
At times like these the words are never there and I’m left in doubt,
And I depend on you to listen to my heart or I’m done,
Listen to the silent words of my heart and you will hear mine call,
And Listen through the passion of the words of mine eyes and the all the words that they show,
I Regress back to the infant in me that I really am,
I am unable to say any words at all for all the words that I know have blended into one,
And I’m unable to utter it to save being absurd,
Truly the first and the last,
An original as You ... unmatched and standing tall,
Used by many in the future, present and past,
For all have tryed to describe it, enhance it, duplicate it or replace it … Love is the Word.




Author: Steven Hocsák
Pen nm. David Yahkóbé Nünn Yisrael
© 1993 S.G.H.