Tell Me Something Beautiful

We met by accident as I boldly roamed into the wrong hospital room.
Appreciative of simple company "tell me something beautiful" she inquired.
Conversation blossomed like the fourth day of genesis.
We exchanged words more powerful than photosynthesis and were able to fill the crescent valleys of the moon
with fresh water lilies, roses, and her favorite flowers because Love has no boundaries.

At this point, I might interject that it was hard for her to B Positive
and nothing about me was A negative.
So blood types don't matter when our souls match.
The doctors tell me a special transfusion may save her
Though they lack the procedures.
And somehow, if I can give her part of my soul
then she will live. As I prepare to depart,
"tell me something beautiful" she whispers. I'm held helpless while an incurable virus ravages my heart.
All I can muster is "I love you baby, Ill be back soon"

I scoured six different continents searching for some material strong enough to cut into my soul.
Try as I might, even blood diamonds turn to rhinestones
under the pressure to save her.
I keep searching until I get a phone call, "this is the hospital
There is a young woman that has requested
That you 'tell her something beautiful
Talk clearly you're on speakerphone."
But my tongue, does not cooperate and my lungs do not participate
so this vocal exchange was limited to "I'm coming home soon, and I miss you"
Distraught over my inability to give birth to the details of my peregrination,
I grabbed the only utility available to me on a transatlantic flight.

Stabbing my pen through my heart my soul flows into artistic calligraphy
making love on these sheets. No longer wearing a heart on my sleeve
but on the lines of this page through pen strokes, I begin to brush away any traces of pain.

I find tranquility in Soliloquies forge Haiku's in ten different languages just to say that I love you.
Then moved into Jintishi and Sonnets, Tanka's and Rubai's,
till I was writing narrative poetry, lyrical poetry, epic poetry, but I'm no skeptic of poetry.
Because I found poetry in poetry. found poetry and poetry.
I hope you go with me to the ends of the earth. Though I traveled the world
I found there's no end to your worth This isn't easy to say every syllable hurts.
Because it feels like I arrived too late and for all my efforts I may not change her fate.
But I'm pouring out my soul so that I can save her. The heart monitor beeps.
I'm reading my poetry so that I can save her. Her eyes fade. I'm using the morsels of my soul that I have outlined
Too late, bodies flat lined. Doctors rush into to revive her Moving me out the room While I'm yelling poetry at the top of my lungs
just so that I can tell her something beautiful.

They don't understand that my poetry is useful. So please, silencing these volcanic eruption of
Love inspired incantations are only putting her in graver danger. Let me save her.
And with that And I recounted every moment from when I met her until she died.
With such imagery And passion That even the x-rays became alive.
I realized when some one makes the request "tell me something beautiful".
My answer must always be sincere and truthful. And next time, I'll just let them know
who you are.

Wow. Don't Forget to Exhale,

-Jeremyah Payne