Unspeakable

When I slip into my silences
And you are silent too
Though unslipped as for you
It's something regular
I want those eyes
To undo the thoughts
Kept and caught
I wish you were I
And I you
So striving to search me out
In mourning my mouth postpones forever
Until the words don't relate
And a season of thought can't try
In mourning...
While tables ache with trays
Balloons with pity
And the week with days
(soul, eyes, heart, mouth
whatever the background is flinging about)
a teary mood descends heavily
Like a child into the water
And would it that you chanced to see thru me
(a sadness now surreal
by way of wishing this for you)
would tell you to ask
And would it that you asked
Of what burdens me thus
I could not tell you
But fall weeping upon you.