I Know Her in Words
I know her in words, only words-
gathered like flowers for a vase
to grace a polished, ringless table
with eight chairs that never move.
And the song of her heart floats
across the symphany of tempest nights
to shelter the dawning of rebirth
in arms too white to touch death.
Distance is a hollow drain of time
that swallows might have beens
into the bowels of sleepless nights
under the scorn of the red moon.
Ah, but the words, the words never rest
and they temp the legs of a cripple
to run across the meadow in pain
just to know the taste of the wind.
They ring the heart like a wire fence
with no gate from which to flee
thus dig the restless condemned
to find freedom from a life sentence.
I know her in words, only words-
falling like snow from a gray sky
to cover the wilted rose garden
in drifts of shreaded blank paper.
I know her in words, only words-
the words I never write.
Tony Spivey
Copyright 2001
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I know her in words, only words-
gathered like flowers for a vase
to grace a polished, ringless table
with eight chairs that never move.
And the song of her heart floats
across the symphany of tempest nights
to shelter the dawning of rebirth
in arms too white to touch death.
Distance is a hollow drain of time
that swallows might have beens
into the bowels of sleepless nights
under the scorn of the red moon.
Ah, but the words, the words never rest
and they temp the legs of a cripple
to run across the meadow in pain
just to know the taste of the wind.
They ring the heart like a wire fence
with no gate from which to flee
thus dig the restless condemned
to find freedom from a life sentence.
I know her in words, only words-
falling like snow from a gray sky
to cover the wilted rose garden
in drifts of shreaded blank paper.
I know her in words, only words-
the words I never write.
Tony Spivey
Copyright 2001
Bard
I will comment on your poem in more depth at a later time. For the moment, sufice it to say that your words are captivatingly beautiful; therefore, I humbly offer you our award for poetry that causes those introspective gazes--for poetry that makes us think of what is truly important--The Opalescent Reflections Award.
I'm just kidding of course, Tony Dude!! Magnificent and well worth the award!! You know, though, you've raised our expectations now. We'll be looking for MORE!! 
