Insufficiency

I wish I could dazzle you with my words

But they glow too softly.

They glimmer like dim coals

When I require fireworks.

I want to sing to you,

To enrapture you,

But this voice is cracked

And I can hardly muster

A whisper. I want my speech

To be more beautiful than

A bouquet of wildflowers

Carried from the top of

A mountain. Instead they are

Wilted in the garage forecourt.

I wish I could dazzle you

With my words

But they glow too softly.