well, here you are
and all my wordplay
counts for naught.
the absolute knave
is a wordless fool these days,
but happier so.

and yet not,
if only because
the words you have given me
i cannot repay in kind
as i should.

no words enough
to say thank you
or describe how good and kind
and brave you are, how silly
and how true,

no way to say
how glad i am
or how you make me feel,
except for other people's songs
that praise light.

no words at all,
but i'll do my best:
you're my star
whose radiant beams
give me hope and strength and rest.
you light up my life.

November '01

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