Unspoken

You know when I, to you, spoke,
I seemed to be touched with a magic stroke,
Because as my words to you, raced,
My heart too, so quickly raced.

I didn’t know why it happened that way,
I didn’t know anything, but guess I may,
That there was something quietly stirring,
Changing, explosively.

Yes, I spoke to you, often,
But so much, was unspoken,
Unspoken, the words, locked,
Unspoken, but still sought.

Unspoken, in personal heaven,
Floating, fantasizing and then,
You were there, whenever I summoned,
My imagination, you governed.

Unspoken were my words, so many
Unspoken, invisible, unseen,
Unspoken, in silence, heavy,
Unspoken, for eternity.

Unspoken, they were not mouthed,
Words, struggling in thought,
Unspoken, they were indistinct,
In some corner of my heart, they left an imprint.

Unspoken, they remain still, says shadow,
Unspoken, growing, although,
All optimism has evanesced,
The unspoken, still lingers.

11:16 pm, 10th January, 2010.