The meanings of every word that has been said,
and meanings from languages still yet to be,
meanings in every lingo written or read,
are few compared to what you mean to me.
That’s not in a dictionary we could find
as what you mean to me can’t be defined.
My eyes were taking in the twilight sky’s
gorgeous mass of blazing orange hue
when beauty entered ears instead of eyes
because I got a call that came from you:
the sky was grounds enough to then rejoice
when more emerged: I got to hear your voice.
Mario A. Pita