What can a poet give away

how can I give away one sunset

How can I help you understand the meaning behind the deep blue dawn

Why can’t I give you the stars, the light that pierces the earth

Why can’t I give you the atoms that make up a sweet song

How can you give away the energy of the words, I’m sorry

Why isn’t it more important than gold or money, or oil

How can I give away the feeling of sorrow

To someone who allows the pain to develop, devastate, as something growing in irradiated soil

Or is this just a matter of poetic subjectivity

With no substance that we can hold

With no regard to the truth or facts or any kind of moral code

That is the only truth that holds our humanity together

As I unfold my thoughts into abstract patterns, I feel I will become obsolete

The moment that light comes from the heavens, the fear of death becomes so sweet

How can I give you the strength of my soul that creates a true peace

How can I give you one single sunset

A summer day, what does that even mean?