The Unspoken Thing

Feel the unspoken thing

And speak another to me

He a frozen pond

Me a blazing tree

Which warms and cuts through layers

Burn myself to see

What's underneath in icy deep

We know we must be free

In Winters thaw I rise

For I did drown to find

But left one seed on waters edge

And the rest of me behind

For something can't quite confess

For you would say no mind is true

Yet mine or yours holds no bearing

On that which I feel in you

-M.C. Murphy, 2023