Breathe easy, kid.

This was for a very dear friend of mine.
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There are not enough paintbrushes!
No colours or motion or movement
no mathematical equation!
No Earthly characteristic or personification
to describe to you my emotional position.
Like reaching into the tall darkness to find
some sign,
and pulling down a light I thought to describe
but watching it rendered, like ten thousand words before it,
meaningless.

So, darling, I am at a loss.
Like the sound an orchastra going
in and out of tune, waiting
for the end to finally break through!
For my tounge to be loosed and
my music come into harmonious tunes
that the angels themselves might take notice
and envy the sound.

But there isn't enough canvas for the paintings it would create
nohing not eternal that could contain a word to describe it
So I'll settle with
a poem that sounds like an eighth grade english project
and a hope that living to explain this love
changes me
revives
you.