Wish that I could write in white
and describe to you this darkness,
dispel all this that divides us,
ignite this empty night.
Learn to sing with the voice of angels
and speak to you of Heaven,
using words of water
tell you of the ocean.
If only I could speak
as clear as thought,
you could know what I’ve been taught
and what I’m trying to forget.
A memory of painted pictures,
songs and sculpture,
life of letters;
open up my soul to you
and show you who I am.
Probably all for the best
that I am thus impeded
by the language
and the thinking of humanity.
No one should know more misery
there’s too much already.
One life ought to be enough for anybody,
but I’ll keep trying to expose,
open minds still closed
and perfect this crude communication.
I’ll use the medium
I have been given
describe my mind as best I can,
while I’m here I’ll use your tongue
and tell you of a man. (I am)
HG – 2000-2005
