There are words

There are words

I would long to hear

Spoken clearly

Into my ear

Bursting with love

Filling my soul

As they float in the air

I picture how

They would look

On a page

So tantalisingly close

To fulfilment

I can almost

Encourage their

Rearrangement

But so often stumble

Over a resistance

To interference

An insouciance

To immortality

Happy to remain

Vital to the perfection

Of a moment

Slipping out of reach

Evading my grasp

Have you ever

Tried to tickle fish

It is harder than

Bailing water

With a strainer

There is no time for

Frustration

When within reach

Of such power

As courses

Between the channels

Of comprehension

There is divinity

In hearing possibility

And blessedness

In coming close

To catching it

By the tail.