Write a love poem. That way
Your voice will be heard across the bay;
The elements air and water will conspire
To carry the quick, insane fire
Of love and secrets; your readers
Walk on the day; they are not bottom feeders.
Let your words skip
Over the water
As you describe love’s slaughter
To love’s ears from love’s lip.
Love will always have listeners;
Love sums up all disasters
Of the refined mind;
Birth, death, and knowledge are blind,
But not love, despite what they say.
Consult the Phaedrus. Love does save the day,
The only feeling which feels and sees,
Love, the only mind which takes part
In the shadow play trapped forever in the heart.
Poetry’s articulation is poetry’s art,
And, in love, you will be weak,
In love with a beloved who is unable to speak.
So you must be the articulate one.
Go for poetry. Don’t believe the elevation of wine.
If you’re late for the train, run.
It’s okay to be late. Think before you write a line.
Since love forgives, it’s never too late to correct what you’ve done.