Light invades my eyes and colors emit their voice,
inflections from the speech mount the beings in my dreams.
These statues sing,
they dance,
the effigies howl and weep.
An invocation to a cosmos from some chasm in the deep.

I listen in the morning when the sun has met the sky,
I listen in the evening when the moon has paled the sea.

I never can conceive,
but always can surmise,
the words which echo through my thoughts like starlight in the black.

Look at me,
within my shade,
at eyes who can believe,
a day will come when I
concede if purpose swims within these words so rapt in bemused secrecy.

Until that day,
I'll place these words, within your hands.

Which cascade through my gaping mouth and whisper through my yearning pen.

If perchance they shroud and haunt,
to crux the statues in your mind,
I'll hang them like a portrait,
by your fireplace,
where they're always yours to find.