I try to think you in words
But you are a galaxy of light and space
I long to float in you – not analyze you.
I try to remember words for the color blue
But your eyes shine the ocean of a bright-lit dawn
That blinds me past the point of plausible description.
I try to find some earth on which to stand
But the foothold of solid disappears into listening
As you tell me the details of your being.
I try to think of present-life analogies
But the fairy-tale magic of damsels and dragons
Calls the white-haired little girl child of me forward.
I remember the story of Rapunzel —
thick braided hair that brought a Prince climbing
to join and then release her from a castle in the air.
Words become that woven rope-hair-dangling —-
waiting in the high-up rooms of lamented despair
I wonder if it’s you I see cautiously climbing near.