glimmer a touch
a promise of the morrow
a dream of yesterday.

Here I weave
where concepts play
upon silent thoughts.

Engraved petals
that softly fall
dancing to the drop.

Here on constant
vibrant sounds
invade, serenade.

I hear the beauty
feel the warmth
want the form.

Inward twirling
swinging and singing
my thoughts dance.

Another word
another aphorism
another promise.

Every filter filled
every texture embraced
each dot dotted, t crossed.

Till flooded
cascading flows
another Word another Poem.