Underneath it all begins to ripple,
beneath the accordion folds of a perfect afternoon,
the phosphorescent streets lost in rain
while falling from vision, a number of pearly clouds
Words silent, when it all begins to unfold,
how well I remember how it passed;
washing the skin on the body,
drinking in the feelings, the melting smiles
Igniting rare visions for numberless minutes-
praying before the stolen cenotaph
of a beautiful man's mind
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-beautiful-man-s-mind/
