by Antonio Eramo
If fools rush in where angels fear to tread
then angels know not love nor sacrifice.
I battle with this fool inside my head
and try to seek out words to be concise.
Yet heart cannot express through mere device
just how divine life is when you are there.
When you are there I tend to say things twice
I am a leaf that flutters through your air
I wish to be like characters I’ve read
for they walk unafraid of flame and vice
they tend to act with very little said
yet here I am afraid to break the ice.
What could I dare to say that might entice
my dreams to not meander to nightmare.
I pray that what I say will sound suffice
I am a leaf that flutters through your air
I parse through all the love notes that I’ve shred
my loose leaf journals have all paid the price.
I wish that I could voice the love you spread
yet there’s no string of words that is precise.
and yet in dreams I see them throw the rice
and whisper how we make a lovely pair
I am the fool and so I say it thrice
I am a leaf that flutters through your air
I know my role yet fear to roll the dice
and so I sink into my own despair
I am a fool that needs his own advice
I am a leaf that flutters through your air