Unspoken

I wish I could say those words burn like a brand.

They fail to penetrate the numbness that surrounds me.

Should I hold them close to my heart?

Or cast them away like bits of cracked china?

There was a Time that these things mattered.

Not just whispers in a crowds din.

Falling to the floor unnoticed.

Now shadows cast upon a past forgotten.

Do you know what you ask of me?

Ask of the winds of Space?

The fire that burns the center?

Can it ever be?

Words etched deep, I can almost feel your moving hand.

Why am I a statue, frozen in the failing light?

Unable to act upon them, return in like.

Would the world stop for us if I did?

You may never know.

How can I speak of it?

Make the difference.

Change what matters?