On my walk, down the way, one
day,
By chance I met you in the
way,
The one, to hold me in your
sway,
Who by I was blinded to stay.
I wanted to convey my
thought.
I dared not, as I intended.
What I said is not what I’d
meant.
What I meant wasn’t
understood.
In the course, you somehow
understood
Why I was behind you all the
way.
My moves you virtually
elbowed
But granted audience at ease.
Sculptures and portraits I
enjoy.
Likewise your visions I
enjoy.
You are like statues, mute
and silent.
Unlike them, you have a soul.
Enough.
24.12.2000
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