Speechless

I am lying here

Speechless

Feeling the touch

Of letters

On the tip

Of my tongue

Disappearing

Sooner than

I could help

Them enter

The light

Of my world

It’s strange

All the colours

And shapes

Are whirling

Around me in the

Autumn air

While I’m willing

To hold them

And hug them

With the love

I feel for them

You see

Eventually

The silence

Seems to be

The smartest

Artist of all

Because it

Understands

That all the beauty

Was born

In the silent

Morning smile

Right after

You woke up

Some day

I’ll have to let

The beauty

Go away

And become

A memory

Of one past

Parisian morning

When I looked at you

But then turned away while

My words transformed

Into a silent smile