All I Have to Say
What if you COULD tear a page, and set free the animals drawn there?
What if you could bring to life whatever is penned there?
What would happen with all the abstract words?
Like the word 'love'?
Freed from the page, would love have a shape and a color we could recognize?
Would love be a word we'd finally understand, once we felt the weight of it in our hands?
I've been turning the last four questions over and over, hell, for years now, trying to answer them in the book.
But the last few days the questions have been pressing up behind my eyes, like kids looking out the windows at the new-fallen snow.
So it's no wonder I woke up with part of a song in my head. This is what I can remember:
Words hang in the air
but they're not really there
Can love be the same way?
How can I tell you I care
when words are all I have to say?
The shape of an oak tree
A bright green wing
a garden blossoming.
Until they invent
something shiny and new
Words are all I have to say.
I think it's the idea that when a powerful love comes over you, words just aren't enough, but they're all we have.