How Can I Make you Believe?
I only have the mouthless moon,
the silent arc of distant stars,
to stand as witnesses on my behalf
that when I say I am in love with you
I do not lie.
I cannot help but wonder if
you will believe my words
so unattested as they are
and spoken from
a country far away?
How, I ask, did others in the past
make known when distance was
a barrier to deeds
the fact their love professed was real
and come to be believed
as speaking truth?
Was their voice as small,