So speak, to say in ways you will inspire
notions of dreams conceived to come alive.
Impact the world and those around yourself,
with voice, imprint on ears so they will hear.

There you are
in the corner of my eye,
Though I need not turn to look,
for I know your face.

I wrote them down and then I lost them—
my emotions—
after drafting a letter,
carried off by the postman.

These meetings past, 
the people you’ve chosen—
an ensemble cast
setting your picture in motion. 

You’re at the party—the ball.
From up against the wall,
you crawl—
to the people around.

Never was one to know myself.
I stare at my shadow like a stranger,
looking upon my reflection with suspicion.

I’m going to paint you a portrait
you will not want to look upon.

Why not?

Because it is yours.

But I know myself. 

You know a sketch of yourself.
I cannot tell you who you are,
but I can help you discover your true nature 
as we paint your portrait together.

I see her in the distance,
but I cannot tell if she is frowning,
though I do not think she is smiling.
I just sense her in the distance.

A drop of ink makes a shape
and from it a sound,
as meaning escapes
an idea written down.

Do not lament those words lost,
nor the ones we cannot quite grasp.
Do not mourn the misplaced thoughts that fly past.