SPEECH, SOUNDS AND COLOUR

UPON MY LIPS, THE SOUNDS ARE STILL,
TO SAY UNSPOKEN WORDS WITH HOPE.
AS I TRANSMUTE YOUR SMILE,
DURING YOUR ABSENCE.-----
THE CLOSE PROXIMITY OF GESTURE AND LANGUAGE,
THE ENMITY BETWEEN SPEECH AND THOUGHT.

SURPRISINGLY ENOUGH IN THE NEW FOUND
TERRACE, THAT CAPTURES THE BRIEF DESCRIPTION
OF FROZEN MOMENTS, THOUGH EASILY TO BE FORGOTTEN.
SO, ,LIFE NEEDS RESTORATION, AS BESIDE GOD I'M
THERE TO EXPOSE THE NUANCES OF CREATION.

LIBERATING THE SILHOUETTES FROM THE LEAVES OF TIME
AND GYRATING AROUND THE CENTRE OF
COLOUR ,FORM AND CONTENT,
IT TAKES ONLY TWICE SIPS FOR LIGHTENING THE CANVAS
WITH SHUFFLING STROKES OF EMPTY BRUSH.

THE LANGUAGE IS IMMUNE TO YOU,
AS IT WAS! BUT MEANING IS PERCEPTIBLE,
MEANING RECREATES VOICE FROM SILENCE THAT
TRANSFORMS THE MUNDANE INTO AN ETHEREAL ONE.

EVEN IN THE MAZE OF DISTANCE.
LANGUAGE STOPS ME TO ABSORB THE ABSENCE.
IN MEANING ,SOUNDS PLAY ,MAKING A ROOM FOR YOUR
INEVITABLE PRESENCE!