From 2016
Celebrating a marriage began on October 26, 2004.
I have no words for my heart Though I have written about it As though it was a poem Though I have touched it like Spring On a winter day, Seen it like a candle burning Dark and bright I have a puzzle box I will not solve I just want to understand it somehow Breathing it beating it raw Closing its distance like a story found I am awake and a forest of thoughts Grows in me like weeds And I wander through lost Days I forgot that I needed I have no words for your heart Though I gave it a name I tried describing it with chains Running golden and rusted Down through the same Old same old we fear every day All the while laughing Like it might be okay A night without sleep goes on internal Eyes grow tired, breath fogs cold Things I will become, my story told Buried in clouds, the hours autumnal I have no words for our hearts Though I have watched them dance loud And you look back at me Like you are wanting to shout I have no words, no words I have nothing to say And one day soon I will learn how to speak it And one day soon We will learn not to need it
—by Doug Bolden, January 2016