Why was it that when you were here,
The words would not flow from my lips?
I could not open up my heart
And clenched within, my sonnets stayed
Held like prisoners in a mind that
Stumbles over forbidden dreams
Yet now, whilst far away you are
Words burst forth like a stream in spring
Gushing fiercely from the snow melt
They gallop free without a care
Like a wild stallion, racing
To be seen and heard by the world
It’s no doubt too late, the chance gone
To show you me, with honesty
And what you meant; why did I find?
It so hard to just open up –
For now that seems a simple price
To gaze into your truthful eyes
Again
Image: Girl with a Pearl Earring, Johannes Vermeer