A Thousand Words - Poem by Iohannes Silvaticus
If every word was like a feather,
Then like feathers pile together
To comfort your great fall,
A thousand words I’d write tonight;
To make a bed so soft
That would put you in warm embrace
After your fall through great abyss.
And with another thousand words I’d paint
A ladder that would let me ascend the heavens:
Pluck a star from the shattered sky
To mend your broken heart;
Catch a lonely cloud
To wipe the gleaming pearl
From your twinkling eyes.
But from such great expanse,
Of hearts and distance most alike,
All I have are words.
Yet I pray, my True,
These words may suffice
To give you sweet relief
And in soft slumbers give you peace.
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