These Broken Words

With these broken words,
I try to cobble together
a structure. - A bridge
that is strong enough
to hold the weight
of all the beauty
that I see.

In the open spaces
between what is known,
and what is not.
I wander.
And like a sponge,
I soak in the essence
- absorb the goodness.

But when I try to tell.
To share the contents
of this overflowing cup.
The words cannot hold it.
They lay in silent shards,
scattered and broken
about my feet.