Expression Hidden Lady

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, Pmdi