If I could fold light into a poem
I would travel to far off places
and sink sunsets into words
I hope you understand what this means –
the care I would take in handling this light would show you
just how much I adore you.
But, the only light I can make is the fire I light,
the only thing to burn is the paper on which I write
and so, I will present you with the ashes that remain,
after I burn these words.