Speechless

In your presence I’m speechless
My vocabulary is inadequate
To describe that which I see in you

My concepts of you falter to provide
A handle to deal with your splendid
Being, so huge, for my puny mind

Hence, I sit in silence
While my soul wonders and wanders
In yours, but trapped in that cage
That I have carefully built
For years fifty and more eight
Increasing my need to cling
To that which is inclinable

“Wretched man that I am!
Who will rescue me
From this body of death?”

Henry Victor 28.02.2008