The Silent Poem



Tender child of the human race
As you read my words I see your face;
I am but words upon a page
With no desire , without a cage.
For I am but unstructured prose
I am the poem that no-one knows.

When, into your restless heart, beating
Sweet words enter, fast fleeting,
I am there, unknown,unwrote
The thought that catches at your throat.


In realms of verse you’ll find me not;
For I am a poem that was forgot;
Unwritten by you, unknown, unseen

The silent poem that has never been.