truth beyond magic

I spin words of magic
not truth

truth is saved for those
experiences that words
cannot explain

(and, if words enter
watch truth turn magical)

I feel some truths
each time I see certain
fingers dancing
in a certain way
or eyes looking up
with forehead creases
in that way

those simple shrugs
leaning forward
into wordless hugs

I dare not explain
these truths

not in this poem

they are too pure and real and meaningful
and I feel them too close
to lose them to words
that won't do them justice

and in spite of all this
do not think that this poem

says nothing