What the Eyes Can Tell

There are words that tell
what at times cannot be made sense of,
sounds formed to touch what has no name

A story too long to tell,
with no beginning or end,
moving without time,
remembered without measure

Some stories are hard to tell,
yet are never forgotten,
they linger beneath the spoken,
resting where memory becomes knowing

For when you come by a story as this,
it does not call for explanation
or ask to be understood

It waits quietly,
until the moment you see it—
for it is one only the Eyes can tell