If only I could tell you
what lies within this heart,
describe the coils of passion
so far beyond my art.
If there were words to say it
I wouldn't write them down,
nor you misunderstand them
and cry for this sad clown.
A stammering,gate-mouthed alchemist
turns laughter into tears;
a simple misplaced syllable
arouses needless fears.
But there are other, surer tongues
to tell the tale of love,
explain the chemistry of so below,
the physical as above.

Comments
jennifer | September 16, 2008 - 14:57
You might not be the master of alchemy you so desire to be, but I enjoy your experiments nonetheless! The Philosophers' Stone might yet be within your grasp!
Silver Spun Sand | September 16, 2008 - 17:44
Ewan - I liked this.
These lines in particular:-
"A stammering,gate-mouthed alchemist
turns laughter into tears;"
I'm with Jennifer, I must admit. I too enjoy your experiments:-)
Tina