Page with honest face

Mirror for the soul

To write down what cannot be said;

Mere feelings will not hold

Canvas with still grace

Reflection for the eyes

Displays what cannot be explained;

That beauty in surmise

Air with untold space

Audience for the philosophy

Speaks out what cannot be kept

To caverns of in-actuality 

Mind a calm embrace

The mortal life a clay

To stretch and break on every whim;

Creation unto its day