If I Could Sing a Song

I wish I could sing a song
that made the cosmos light up
so that Saturn appears
over the tops of the pines
and you could see the lyrics
on the rings.
Oh, such a gift to give
to you, my love.

Instead, all I can accomplish is
a poem, gray and tortured
like livid black clouds
over a tumultuous sea,
waves crashing into each other;
emotional overload, as words
tumble from the tip of my pen.

I cannot sing for you, my love
but if you look into the satin lining
of the sinister clouds tormenting
the reflection of the sea,
you will find the words of my poem.
Read them and I promise
a ray of light will break the storm,
coloring the sea with love.

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I love the sea more than I love the cosmos and even more than I love music.