Unspoken Intent

Of place and our time Do untold thoughts align.? When the space of word, Able to be uttered; herd. Our tasks at hand. They shift as if light upon a Window in a summer rains distraction. Some are to gather, Some are to share, Others are left, Departing; on the air. Kept of our silence prone, standing. Doubting the possible. The bold to leave, Unsaid of true intention. Nor possessing the sand to bring such; to mention.