There is something I want to say,
However it is not yet time this day.
My mind still has to put ideas to words.
Unvoiced thoughts are flying like birds.
One brave bird with thoughts of communication
flutters close to the words I need to convey.
It tickles my tongue with a strange sensation
Wanting out without the words to show the way.
Fluttering off till another day,
I watch that gray bird soar away.
On my mind the unsaid still does weigh.
(ok, enough of this word play)