Thursday, 16 February 2017

The Unseen

 It is said somewhere, somewhere
out there where words meet the air,
merge, twist and become other than
the thoughts they were released for
that anything is possible and it can be true
but this time it is not no matter what
might be said, the moment that was
is not, vanished - a memory only, a fish
gasping, beached and afraid, knowing
as the sand grinds its life away, there is
no returning to the sea, no sunrise underneath
there is just the moment reflecting, a glint
in the eye, a quiver in the lips and words
let loose and falling into the past
where they will remain until having fallen
so far they become unheard while the moment 
beyond the reflection becomes the unseen.

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