The Other Side

I am! I am at that place where poets can go no further, this ledge where we can view the other side Oh, how glorious it is! How wonderful, how complete! It all makes sense now Always sensing there was something more, something better We could never catch that perfect feeling, failing to pen the poem that said it all Why did we try to touch with words, when we had hands? Seeking to see with our mind, while we possessed eyes? While standing at the threshold of penning the unsung song, we settled for less, and this is the shame, we must humbly shed, before taking this leap My dear friends, I will see you on the other side Yes, when you come to that place where words are not enough, and emotions no longer have anything to give, you must take a leap of faith Then, you will find me, and here, you will find peace, for there is no lasting peace in a poem