And yet, I had so many other things to say

And yet, I had so many other things to say

Today!

I said so few, I had to chew!?

Why did I even had that soup?!

I could have gone till late at night,

with words of soul and heart of might,

I might have even told you all,

that's been a past

or what I hold,

all that I'm still afraid...

I fantasize, or wish, or hope...

...or all that's of deep joy to me!

Though words are nothing but conventions,

mere fuckers of easy disillusions...

Yet, still, each one of us,

gives right away a meaning...

in line... - or not... - with actual intentions!

Ty magic windows 

Bless-ed be! 

As they have really

show-ed me...

of what it was,

of what might be,

of nothing yet,

but maybe most

of who

are we

this instant.

Now!

This second, that's already passed,

Renewed ourself

And each at last,

In new, yet old

To hold

A paradox!

Life!

Love!

Trs. Hnsty. Jy.

Smls. Grtfl.

Thnk. Y.