Nations form in words unsaid
And desires left unspoken.
Cities lie on continents
Of unexpressed regret.
Valleys of content rest
Between mountains of indecision.
Yet words cannot be weaved
Of thoughts left unstrung,
Out of tune and abandoned.
Rusted notes tasting of copper
Leaving shrill steaks of orange.
Postage unpaid
In a world of instant messaging,
Words too weighty
For such a delicate soul.
Yet, there is strength in the eyes
A quiet, understanding whisper
Buried in the corners of your lips…
Thoughts unspoken,
Words constructed and deconstructed
In the edifice that you are.
Moonlit Poetry 