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.






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