Words Unspoken

The gift of life is a word unspoken Hurried words are buried words, made of glass, that burst into into orange tangerine flames, as words singe the earth Words are buried deep beneath the pinecone trees, like a wood beetle, digging for words unspoken Words should never die because they walk on hallowed ground, beneath the holy grail of words unspoken Unsaid words sail like ships at night, in the Caspian Sea words ebb and flow like crested waves, endlessly these words restored my soul If these words can reach your soul, then, let them be words unspoken