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.