Ode To the Unsaid Said

It matters not no I think this is so and thus it is no? Yea, I do believe this to be the way it shall be From this past moment justly risen and so it will Catering forth from my lips espoused with what I know not Nor care I will from the why of this passing flame Between my fingers like sand across the ocean floor forgotten yet never so For why should my mind leave it behind discarded and unused? Lest it truly desire to forget and abstain from whence this feeling born be And yes I say and cringe when I do, that I do not, nor shall not do as I was to do When I said in the day and cried in the night that I would do as I was bade From your lips expressed a promise pleased and yearned to fall from mine do Did not and cannot truly give lest I bound be to what and why I cannot say For I am not of myself nor am I of my own counseling freely Nor will this do for me in this day and night come forth unbidden yet anyway Still I plainly ask you in the knowing there be an answer for me never shall Not from your lips crested with strawberries untasted, so I remain veiled Because of one transgression against fate, unforgiven still I be and stay When never more have I wanted of and for but one lingering pass of petals fallen Across my own silent breath like the whispered songs of those forlorn birds Never touched with such knowledge and yet sail between heaven and earth No, this will not do to pass and me my heartfelt friend in loss Instead the petals fell and the dirt packed itself down across the burial of we Long ago it feels to breeding in my mind and soul, like tears unheard, fallen still And so I say to you once more before with a lost looking inside " ” Therein you know me, do you not truly and you do so did, do see I that you do indeed Yet still herein you lie what yawns you see to know not and hold you alone it does Do not, no I pray and shout hold onto that no more for it is false Stead know you this and this alone to be truest and boldly so for this day and next In one pouch I placed a breath, a tear, a stone, a pinch, a braid and feather thoughts all Wear it long into the summer of life will you do and I feel it to so I do, I did, will do For knowing under the moon in the winter between you and me of the birth emoted to Unhappy be one and one till the moment falls again when one smiles to do and do I do, will do again as when last I saw with these my eyes shaded behind the sunny Shied out and eye filled smile of parting with . . . Then come what dreams shall we see to breathe across the day breaking anew