0396 The Almost Unknown Language

I like to think that there's a language which is unspoken, unwritten except on rare occasions when a poet puts two words together or sometimes even a whole line which haunts the reader beyond sense, even beyond understanding and beyond beauty as perceived and beyond truth as previously revealed but good beyond hope and yet not beyond a shiver of delight and the poet has heard it in the space between the thoughts in the space between the words in the silence between the thoughts in the silence between the words and somewhere very wonderful two beings we've never seen look at each other and smile