Speech without word and
Word of no speech
– T.S. Eliot 

All I want to do is to write 
it down, whatever it is
that can’t be written 
or spoken or even dreamed 
and only seen if we look 
away, only heard 
in the exhalations of the waves.

If we look away and talk 
about tomorrow, it rises up 
at our backs in the long 
grass, there in the deepest 
shadows of the trees. 

Don’t look back, don’t yearn 
or pray to see it. Say no name 
of the lost or left behind 
and still beloved. 
I’ve tried all that but it slips 
away to hide among the years.

Still it’s all I want, to catch 
it once on paper in my time
with you, to give it that 
elusive name, to prove 
that I have loved you 
more than eternity.  

J. Kyle Kimberlin
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