Friday, February 17, 2012

Now You See It

what you couldn't see
make you see what you do see:
keyholes sharpen the thrill
of your
          will,
Even if you are alone in the room,
Shadows waft cross the white wall
as whispers drift in from the window,
the voice is so soothing
that you can see the face
it comes
            from,
that's it.