There Is.....There Was Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is a way to say it
without even saying it

in a state of love, a gaze
means it all.

those who hate need a mountain
to show the wind.

those who stop loving pretend
not to need anyone or anything

those who love silently brings
everything before a table and

watch who come and share that
which will soon be nothing.

my lips are sealed, my hands
are in my pocket

there is a walk that i have
to make to let all these out.