the acatalepsy

Poem number 4 from the collection. I hope you enjoy. And feel. And find some sort of meaning. :-)

-the acatalepsy-

The acatalepsy in which I dwell

I try to capture in a picture

by changing settings 

thinking to myself, how

can I alter the colors 

so that they can hold hostage 

the infinity of your eyes

The acatalepsy with which you're wrapped up

I try to put into words

by scarring the paper

with a quill's sharp end

considering whether or not

I should describe my ignorance 

or your blooming wisdom

The acatalepsy in which I dwell

I try to theatrically perform 

by putting a heart into the words

believing that from the dead

I can manage to read 

your sun kissed lips

Author's Note

Hello. Let me say it again, the poem means what you think it means. There is no right or wrong meaning or right or wrong interpretation of the message. The "you" belongs to you. It's a face that you are familiar with and for which you feel what I feel about my own "you". Also in order to help you find a meaning to the poem, I would suggest that you look up what ''acatalepsy'' means. It is a philosophy actually. Thank you for taking time to read my stuff.