Now my words are

Once, I found that my words flowed
But these days, they are hard to find.
Once wealthy springs of verbal voicings
are now vapid voids, no intellect.
But when you are in my mind
When I call your face to light
Words come unbidden, striking as stars
Zephyrs whisper them in,
Lunar luminosity of angelic countenance

I struggle to ejaculate a sentence,
Save for your grace, wherein lies ease
Bursting forth, spring gale,
Torrential deluge of keen insight
For rose petal lips, pursed
and tarnished copper pools.
Shrewd voracity, strikes electric
Hail storming beats images metallic
Shining indentations, displays
elucidates the features

In words, I find you,
And in you, I find words.