Dear what yacalls: (unmentionable, Paula, Santhan, & other on the forum.)
You cosmic shooting stars
You took my breath away
You always do. Words are such empty suitcases
To put my emotions in. They just don't fit
The things I want to say to you,
fall in tinkling fragments of used up consciousness because of
you flitting fire stars of eternity's memories. You
steal my heart in such a way that it hardly pays me any mind tiday.
Because I can't exaggerate no more
I suppose we learn to Know the MORE that's more than that
But putting it in words makes the damn thing flat
And I dance the dance of LIFE standing tall while feeling small.
All because you took my breath away and I can't find it any more!
George the breathless