These words, floating to the surface,
come from amongst an ocean of others.
Sleeping, ripening, unformed,
swimming in darkness, some rising
into green, translucent waters.
Titles, remembered images, voices
of loved ones, colours, scents,
secret moments never spoken aloud.
More, and more still, residing,
unseen, unheard, unknown
beneath this iceberg of words.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
These words, floating to the surface,
come from amongst an ocean of others.
Sleeping, ripening, unformed,
swimming in darkness, some rising
into green, translucent waters.
Titles, remembered images, voices
of loved ones, colours, scents,
secret moments never spoken aloud.
More, and more still, residing,
unseen, unheard, unknown
beneath this iceberg of words.
