Late Night Poetry #12: Universe

I let go of these words,
stumbling incoherent words,
that often mean so little,
and say so much;

Speak with your heart,
with your hands,
think with your soul,
write with your breath;
forget the world is here –
there’s no audience
except me;

I’ve lived many lives,
yet experienced only one,
my head is a planet,
my heart constellations,
each star shines with you –
and I rotate just the same:

And nothing I write will
ever mean as much as I feel;
no words I have will quite
explain what I know:
it’s an ocean, it’s a universe,
but it’s only a small part
of the whole.