Things said and not said and all the Possibilities

wait
tone and pitch
mean everything
the sound of the liquid vowels and
rock hard consonants
that spill on the water way
cascading over the falls
into that pool
that will be memory
of this
moment
wait
just now
the thought
held
just so
not spoken
but
seen
in your eyes
blue as the sky
as the wing of a bird
that takes my notice
away
as you stop to consider
the next words
that will spill from your mouth
that mouth
a hint of a smile
tasting of life and ocean
where the truth will be spoken
or withheld
wait
don’t say a thing