Started March '05, continued 11/27/05 (unfinished) (Yes, I stole the first line. Please forgive me. It was a good line.)
Sometimes there are no words to say
All language fades the passion of the fight
And speech's colors fade to shades of gray.
When I, upon my pillow, try to pray
Winds whisper through the leaves in darkest night,
"Sometimes there are no words to say."
When I take pleasure in the ocean's spray,
The sunrise plays on breakers' foamy white
And speech's colors fade to shades of gray.
My pen produces nothing but cliches.
My muses murmur as they view my plight,
"Sometimes there are no words to say."
The artists' palette comes from God's bouquet
Their brushes strike the truth of dappled light
And speech's colors fade to shades of gray.
My tongue cannot my spirits thoughts convey
Nor can it human hearts for long delight.
Sometimes there are no words to say
And speech's colors fade to shades of gray.
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