Poetry Or Prose

I wish we could converse

Like stars stir to the language of universe

I dream our dreams could get some sleep

Not wake us up in a perplexing sweep

If only we could comprehend the prose

In my subdued silence and yours

If only we could stop wasting time

In trying to translate our spirits entwined

Let me save thee from this convoluted curse

Let me gift to thee the magic of poetry and verse

Words strung together, trying to rhyme

With the wayward rhythm of my heart and thine.