There are chasms so deep they can never be filled
Yet narrow enough to be bridged with a touch.
There are songs we could sing, if only we willed
And blossoms we never release from the bud.
No tree drops a leaf when the water is still;
Are the ripples worth rocking the ship in their clutch?
And do wrens stand alone in the wind and the chill
As the warmth of another should cause them to blush?
Moments of silence, maintained for convenience,
Words that aren't spoken have meaning, but mean less.
Questions unasked, answers ungiven,
Silence that lasts in a veil that's unriven.
If nothing is said, then nothing is known
And each of us might as well be alone.
So speak, or shall I?
We stand frozen in time
Each with his hand stretched out to the ice.
A touch, it will break, and we'll touch--but we wait.
Still, we think of each other at night.
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