Making with words

I can't sing you a song,
write you a sonnet or an ode
I don't have the words
to paint the feelings
That keep the whirlwind going

The deep, deep blue
Where your soul reflects
Beyond the echoes of these words--
The rays of light that it casts forth
Ignite a fire that bring me closer
To understanding the stars

I have to start over.
Once again I got lost in myself
Aiming to retrace my steps--
The light that shines upon the path
Still burns bright in my heart.

© 2016

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