Essence

I sought your essence through the dusky light, 

To see the source of all your smiles and frowns.

I pondered how to serve this lovely sight,

And make your beauty with my verbs and nouns.

Your eyes, that like a summer ocean shine,

Resist the pen that tries to paint their blue, 

But no, my pen betrays your perfect rhyme

By painting what I see and is not true.

I would not wish to capture what is free,

I’ll leave the pen with newfound mission –

To let your silent beauty speak to me,

And choose not words, but rather choose to listen.

And what I sense I won’t and can’t reveal

In words that work in order to conceal.