grayness

Random words to fill a page
To flit and echo round this cage
of open white-
I've too little now to fit
Or cover more than just one bit
of this expanse.
But what's the power of a thought?
Is it less when left uncaught?
If you're the only one to know
And at some point, leave and go...

Was it ever there?

And if it was not, then what of you?
Does time's arrow fly so true
That there's no margin for some bend
That leaves some doubt as to its end?

A limit where the echoes fade-
But yet the sound is not unmade
And lingers?

All the photos never taken,
Instants unrealized,
Words never said-
Possibilities mortally wounded

I would save you, if I could.