By Martin Falatic
Revised 1997-03-19, 2010-08-04
I speak to you,
choosing my words with uncommon care,
wondering aloud at numerous things,
some questions sublime and nonchalant,
Then pause uncomfortably...
The heart speaks volumes to fill those moments,
as words are stalled
breaking from within
I calculate in silence
ponder the depths uncharted
the risks not taken
the words unspoken
These thoughts that are born of wants and needs,
of hopes and desires,
of that which is yet to be.
In reaching across the silence of that moment,
do our hearts touch so tentatively
as our actions would report?
Do they retreat so quickly at the first sign of apprehension,
or do they already embrace?
Waiting for the words unspoken
to catch up to the truths within...