A lament

I am a poet
with a mercury pen
to catch glittering words
that hide behind a shimmering veil.

I am a poet.
Loan me your words tonight.
My sorrow endless,
like the dark of the new moon,
my happiness
gone like birds
gone south for the winter,
I search for words
lost long lost.

Give me your words tonight;
words like:
"Sorrow is beautiful.
Sorrow is a phoenix that
reincarnates as happiness.
Spring comes surely after winter."

I am a poet,
with a mercury pen,
and winter in my heart,
wishing to catch words
gone long gone.

I am a poet.
Loan me your words tonight.