There is an unspoken
something that hides
deep within, something
that we cannot wholly explain
something that perhaps
defies even our words
at least as we know & speak them.
A certain undefineable
something we may never understand,
fully be able to touch,
to hold
to posess.
But it surely is there.
Somewhere.
We need not search longingly for it.
Everything will be alright.
It is in the cracks in the pavement
that pass unnoticed
beneath our feet
along this journey.
It is there
in the watermarks
that stain the walls
of unsung songs
and quiet hearts.
It is what the birds
overheard singing
softly to themselves
down still backgardens
and hidden city lanes
as the sun
strips the sky of clouds
and a child plays
happily with her old toys
It is, WE ARE,
and a word is merely
a word at the end of it all,
where my kiss
rides the wind
to rest on you're lips
everything will be alright tomorrow...

© Bri Whitney 2005