How Much You Mean to Me I Cannot Say

Music: Erbarm mich dich, O Herre Gott.
By Heinrich Bach. Sequenced by David Cooke.

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How much you mean to me I cannot say:
A word is like the surface of a sea.
Perhaps in ripples you can see my mood
Pressed into the blue roll of a wave.
Yet my life must be the language of my love.
A word is like the entrance to a cave:
No light beyond the first quick clarity,
No way into chambers never viewed,
Into places words cannot convey,
Vast molten fields that move our lives above.
Each word is like a brushstroke on a nude:
Reality stands dreaming far away.
Some prefer the portrait and engrave
A mundane thought on each divinity.
Reality's a mountain in a glove:
You reach beneath the word to know the love.

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