by Rudy Giovanni
(a poem dedicated to a special friend)
You are the words before I say,
The poem and play of my every day.
The answer of my lonely pray,
Will you stay or fly away?
You are the song before I sing,
The melody in my guitar string.
The harmony in my humming,
Is this nothing or everything?
You are the picture before I paint,
The adoration of every saint.
The envious hues scream and silent,
Will I cry this truth until I faint?
You are the thought before I think,
The last breath of my every ink.
The dream when my consciousness sink,
Will you runaway in a blink?
You are the love before I fall,
The voice in my every call.
The love I cannot write nor define,
Your heart is for him not mine.