No Words

No words. There can be none

To tie to the page in crude

Likeness as a painting in the dark

That to which no words can serve

One may try, may stumble and fall

Over which metaphor to use to preserve,

For the forever of the candlelight

The by necessity indescribable

But it is an insult to try to trap

That which cannot be caught whole,

As the butterfly whose beauty is in flight,

Not pinned in the charnel house of paper.

No words can echo

In more than a whisper

What I know.