How shall I carve my words,
Refine their edges,
Make the rough unruffled?
And bring the sandy letters of my phrase
Like glass is brought from sand?
How can I mold my words' mud , shape it into a vase
Like a real vase is crafted by a potter's hand?
How can I offer you sentences that you would understand?
Words you would read or hear
With a meaning that is crystal clear?
I'll carve them, take them
From the furnace of truth,
Honest, like honesty in her youth
Complete, like a vase's completed shape
Like the spheres of a wine-colored summer's grape,
Deep, like the simplicity of a falling tear.
I'll be sincere,
With you...I hope.