Wish

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.