The Syllable....... Poem by RIC BASTASA

he did not answer the

question

located between the stolen glances

he did not mind the people and events

around him



he has a point in that

silence

the answer is not with him

it is buried in the layers of silence


the answer is in the middle

of those stolen glances, buried in the uselessness of words,


in the middle of ecstasies,
there lies beneath it
something that should not be touched,

because it is too fragile
and too beautiful to be destroyed
with a syllable.