Of all structures of poets
and words without blessings
the phrases and powers
the pen does supply
they do me no justice,
a great barren wall
with nothings of nothings
found hiding inside.
I find them missing,
the keys to the memories
the thoughts of my heart
I have no reply
for all the things absent
Hidden in places
I'm trying to find
the words to express
the way I feel
for you.