Poème·Écrit ~2023
A Heart's Lament
Dix-sept strophes de mots répétés qui ne parviennent jamais à sortir.
Talk to you like I want to,
Like I've yearned for every moment,
Like rehearsing words that escape,
In the silence where I'm broken.
I stumble with each thought and breath,
Afraid my words will fall amiss,
Yet your presence stirs a courage,
That fades like shadows in the mist.
You ask for pretty words, sober truths,
Yet mine falter in their grace,
For each syllable I weave,
Leaves behind an empty trace.
My heart beats loud with fear and hope,
Yet I'm lost in this endless dance,
Where your voice is a soothing song,
But mine, a whisper, a hesitant glance.
Like a phone call that feels like a kiss,
Your touch lingers in my dreams,
But when morning breaks its silence,
I fear my words tear at the seams.
In the depths of my overflowing mind,
Your thoughts echo, intertwined,
Yet I struggle to find the path,
To where your heart and mine align.
Your laughter is a symphony,
That echoes through my core,
Yet when I try to speak my truth,
My voice falters, unsure.
Like water on a scorching day,
Your presence quenches my soul,
Yet in the silence that surrounds us,
I lose myself in the toll.
You speak of poetry and arms that hold,
Yet I'm bound by words unspoken,
For in forgetting the rules of love,
I've left my heart unbroken.
I want to talk to you like I can't wait,
Like each word is a precious gem,
But fear wraps its chains around my voice,
In the tempest's darkening hem.
To profess my love before the world,
Feels like a distant, haunting dream,
For in this life where I'm learning still,
My heart, a river, silent, unseen.
So forgive me if I falter,
In the telling of my tale,
For in the depths where love resides,
I'm lost, adrift, beyond the veil.
Yet know, my love, with every beat,
My soul cries out for you,
In the biography of my life's tale,
Your chapter remains true.
I may stumble, I may fall,
But in this journey, I will find,
A way to speak, to touch, to love,
With a heart that's yours, entwined.