Achy Breaky Heart Poem by James Gibbons

What can be said of such a message, a universal communication
A gift, effortlessly bestowed
somewhere between heaven and earth
an infinite language
finely crafted, created,
Oh you movers
of rushing rocky streams, illumined cry of sun's surprise secrets understood by those who know posies sum, tumbling with wordy gusts
across the written pages, blowing heart and mind
into new discoveries, but lacking the code
to cipher the language.
Oh cast off illnesses
that blind my eyes blight all efforts

Rejected lovers cry for an aching heart
All who long for more. Why was it given
gifts to understand
riff and rhyme of poesy's power then snatched away.
Unable to express what's known; better flightless, sightless and earth bound,

Never again to smell the dawn, Never again to kiss the sun.