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
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2006
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