Unknown and Unrealized

 

Unknown and Unrealized

Close enough
for words to form,
but silence lingers like a gift,
a space where tremulous whispers
breathe their own quiet life.

A glance is enough
to flash daffodils
on the inward eye—
a thousand futures
never to come,
yet fluttering there,
painting moments
only imagined. Like Keats Urn

Frozen forever

Eros holds back,

And in that holding
rests a strange delight,
an enjoyment
in what will never be—
for in the unknown and unrealized
is freedom
to imagine without end,
to revel in the awe
of what might have been
but never will be.

Like the last leaf that rustles
but never falls,
the air is a dance,
content with the ache
that turns to quiet joy,
knowing Agape itself
chooses this space will
never be closed.

So let the not-quite moments
sing their song,
savor the sweetness
of what isn't,
where the heart aches
and smiles.

It is a Soulfight,

where Cleopatra, Aphrodite,
All laugh but smile no more.

Are parallel lanes the same?

The world will never know.

If I am honest....

I want to know

Questions afraid to ask

And answers afraid to tell