An Old Feeling

Stop to talk, I've got something to say,

Something to say to you that I must say.

These words only pointing

They're symbols that signal the way.

They only go so far to describe what I want to explain.

We've put the years on.

Our baby's tall but grown so quietly.

Its genome made up of you colliding with me.

But only all the time we shared.

Only all the words we said.

I feel it blink each time you sing.

I feel like I am seventeen.

Can you sculpt these words I use

And winnow them to trace down the point I lose?

The poets say it's 'I love you',

The dilettantes say that I am smothering you.

I'm dust, years ahead, overripe in bed

And you are the one who calls me there.

The cosmos is a web of points

And words are starry,

They detail the light of an old feeling,

Only now illumining.

And your star has hung there,

It lights the way everywhere.

Something to say,

There was something to say.