Here & Gone

This is for the life never told,
Uttered on lips yet never boldly,
Not a word has been written nor a sound sent forth.

Knit together only to be laid to rest,
Brought to the light only to fade to dust,
In memoriam we bow and stand before what we knew not.

Gone is the life only poets enjoyed,
Gone is the rhythm said once in time,
This is for the poem whose life was but a wisp.