A poem simply sounds the bell, of that which words could never tell.


Your vision of me
Is my single covering,
And mine, of thee,
Thy soul's only modesty.

1 comment:

Count Sneaky said...

Short...but oh so succint! Marvelous insight. I have always felt that the more words you had to use the less clear your vision or the more desire to hold onto the stage. Consider the Victorian poets, but in their defense, there was no TV. My best.