Reading Signs

Every word I write for you
Carries symbols to your heart,
Languages I wish I knew
That secret truths I might impart.

But the meaning and the signs
Lie in worlds I cannot sense
Ripening beneath the vines
Of courage and coincidence.

Could I go beyond this form,
I would venture in your name
And entering the raging storm
Find the eye from whence it came.

But instead I plead for grace,
Like a rose upon the lip
That you read its pleasant trace
And on its thorns do not grip.

--okei