Intangible ideas
form a composition
of melodies
buried beneath invisible ink
looking for identity
in a complex pulse
hidden behind pale complexions
and thick skin
soft sounds sing silently seeking solitude
the concept of belief
as stone crumbles
unearthing bone
distance cracks open
inhaling lyrics, pouring rhythm
from a contoured realm that strokes edges
with a magical kind of lure
classical notes of everyday poetry
a breath between October winds
suspended in broad beats
acoustic words - call my name
crashing into air like waves against
a distant shore
the night folds around it
tasting its depth
feeling the smooth lines
of affectionate rhythm
falling around my shoulders
embracing me like fragile thought
slow hands of composure
probe secret passageways of my mind
mesmerized by delicate whispers
shapes of color
form creation of self
molded from Frankenstein image
brought to life
in the field of a poet’s mind
from the simple strum
of a note
7/28/08
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