Maybe I've gone crazy
Looking for too many words,
Maybe I've taken leave of my senses
Trying to speak, and be heard -
So many things I want to say
All in hopes to find
What I don't understand
About all the life that lives and moves in my mind -
The words all come out wrong
While what I'm truly searching for,
Laughs and dances like a madman
Out of my own hearts back door -
It's the damndest thing
Like running down an empty desert highway,
Chasing the vanishing point
That's always going farther and farther away -
Does that rainbow's beautiful end really reside
In the mountain paradise of the perfect Word;
Will I ever arrive at that elusive point
Where each beautiful thought I could never quite express
Shall finally be exquisitely said, and wholly heard?
To arrive is my crazy goal.
With great love to be there;
To finally and fully hear, and be heard,
To discover my own thoughts do matter,
And God really does care.
Crazy, indeed.
I know what your saying. I'm sure you'll Find the words your looking for, If you have not already. Your readers Will know when you have. You are a Very good poet, so you may already have The perfect word. You just have not seen it yet.
Hi Smoky: Again you have painted a picture with your words. You've made me smile as we all seek that elusive word. Great Piece. Regards. Craig.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh! To write that line eternal is most every poets quest. Let us write our thoughts, our hopes and settle, if it turns out second best.A thought evoking write, that made me realize I am not alone