what's unsaid

between the lines
are other words.
the ones not
said, not seen.
those are dreams,
or sighs,
or cups of wind
caught between
the trees as seasons
change and the moon
pulls at the ocean,
making it rise,
making it subside.
it's that whisper
of water, that lingering
hand on hand, or
eye meeting eye.
those are the words
unsaid, those
are the ones that
truly rhyme.