Like Birds

Where can I find the words
that do you justice?
They fly far beyond my reach, like birds

never to be held, fleeting, absurd,
some suggest it’s just a matter of practise.
Where can I find the words

that could ever tell the world
anything about you? That your darting eyes,
they fly far beyond my reach, like birds.

When I wake and see you my heart is hurled
across a precipice.
Where can I find the words

That say, “when you speak it’s like a herd
of butterflies –
they fly far beyond my reach, like birds.

Maybe one day, the words will be heard,
and another might ask us:
“Where can I find the words?’
“They fly far beyond my reach, like birds.”