Holographic Image

You are my hologram Prismatic paper water mark to be held at ninety degree angles in half light from the moon Pearly sheen and iridescent protecting the fragile document of the soul Had I imagined this value, this hidden virtue, I would have raised my fingers so to feel the flush of ink With color spheres to change as hazel tint and fire flies with moon lit orbs of paper eyes... I would have unwound the world of seeing things, to make way, in sleepy velvet rugs for subtlety. And, perhaps, in the right light, you would have seen me as well...