Unbroken

If I could talk to you the
way I wish I could there
would be so much to say.

I hopelessly fumble for words that
disappear into the abyss left over
from the last glacier of pre-formulated and
congealed sentences now eluding the
front of my mouth, I am left
agape and gasping for
air,

sometimes writers are lost for words?

If I could say what it is I want to say I
would lift any doubts clouding your head as
to my true nature and show you how amusing I
can be,

yet,
there is a thin screen of rice paper fog
floating between us
determined to leave a boundary of untouchable
unspoken
undiscovered
countries of common wealth waiting to be shared.

My heart wishes to
cut through the veil but
I cannot let go of the silence
and carelessly destroy
the perfect comfort laying in front of us.