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 in the sea,
these words restored my soul

If these words
reach your soul,
then, let them be
words unspoken