the words left unsaid...an arrowhead thought
hidden source...an espoused embrace
time dangles in front and behind, then there is pain to every
mysterious line crossed from a corner out in the galaxy,
when the bottom of the ocean offers the gift of pearls.
never a desire for more than a moment speaks.
the words left unsaid...an arrowhead thought
a hidden source...an espoused embrace.
then and only then is time.