Insubstantial Words

A myriad of images coalesce in mind,
as thoughts leap and twirl.
Like the wind, so hard to grasp,
fluttering in and out, up and down.
What thoughts betray my mind,
so cruelly out of casual reach?
Would that I could but rein them,
bridled to my ever-knowing hold.
So many important things lost;
feelings innumerable and weighty
eluding my every attempt of mastery,
my very need to know myself.
Ah, that I could so readily perceive
and, in so doing, express the inner core,
that inmost part which longs to be known.
Days pass by and I, unable to portray,
do consider myself a failure indeed,
bereft of adequate words and speech,
lacking full facility to incorporate,
with my inner self, all those I hold dear.
Alas.