Before you can hear the words I say
They will pass through the stained glass
of all your experiences – of your life’s every day.
And although i can shine my own light
Onto the sounds that seep
from my lips to your ears
Something in you knows
They were created in the vat of spectacular colours
That comprise the tapestry that only I understand.
And by the time the words from my mind
perhaps birthed in the very chambers of my heart
pour forth from my half century lips
and fly forward streaming through me
covering you all over.
You are reminded that
each was filtered by every heartbreak
or feverishly bad decision
every piece of apple pie
I have ever eaten.
Before my words can impact you
In the subtle places I secretly mean them to,
They will be masterfully analyzed
by the synaptic orgasms
that prove your rightness to yourself.
Before my words can hit your heart
where perhaps a modicum of chance
that they can be heard
in the way the soul demands
in the way that does not actually require words.
You will doubt me
once twice and even three times
we all dance together in this rhyme
until you can hear my words-
Our wound can only be healed by time.