A poem about joy
Expressed not to the youth
What is that is just imagery?
Till the obscure finds eloquence
An array of sunsets
Enshrouded in a drop of dew
What is that is just solitude?
Till the view from broken window
A song about letters
Written not to be sent
What is that is just love?
Till the heart knows unrequited
A book about characters
Unfolds not the last page
What is that is just story?
Till the end begins paroxysm
