How Can I Tell You?

Some days, I look out over the water,
and I wonder how I can ever tell you.
The words appear, but never remain.
Then a thought comes, but escapes before
I can take it in and make it mine.

The water doesn't heed me, the sky doesn't care,
The sun shines, as if to mock my mood.
If I had my way, the mists would blanket me,
and hide me away.

And then again, if I never say it, you'll never know...
That thought at once cheers and destroys me.
Would that I could
come up with the words to say how I feel.

© 1998 MystAngel