Ah, here you are poetry,
Taking my heart and shaping it in ways I can never tell.
Though my lips may moist from usage and attempt,
The words which spill fail to capture in all of ways,
The truths you imbue within me.
Ah, here you are poetry, here you are again.
But still I fail in my task, the task given to me by you,
To translate the movements of your heart synchronizing to mine,
To the universe, to all of humankind.
Issa A. Dioume 