unspoken word

September 26, 2006

there are so many things to say
words could never sum-up you in me,
could never delve the depths.
where am i between
a howling wind war cry
and the grass laying flat
beneath the weight of my descent?
i will lay here and ride the wave
of each tear welling up.
just like your entry
baptized in drizzle,
your exit will be drawn in snow
and no word will go unwritten.
my spoken word a gift un-given
will ride this train ’til it’s end
in silence
and dream you away.
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