Saturday, May 28, 2011

White Spaces

it’s what isn’t said,
isn’t seen,
what remains idle,
disregarded,
dormant...

ah, therein
is the wealth
of what might have been,
words of healing,
connections made,
songs of hope sung,

lovers too long silent,
the time unrecoverable.


from Dance on a Dirt Road

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