UNFINISHED POEM

Could you possibly create music without a tune?

Could the galaxy exist without the moon?

Could Zeus manifest his power without his bolt?

Could the ocean magnify its nature without the salt?

How distant will I travel to reach the heavens?

How many letters will I write to empty this pen?

How long will I wait for your next homecoming?

Will I assume a bitter ending?

Can’t “can’t” turn into “can?”

Can’t “might” turn into “may?”

Can’t “goodbye” agree to “hi?”

Will I burst a timeless cry?

What can be more powerful

than your adage and rose?

Let us leave this poem unfinished

for an expression of a prose.