Shadows On the Cave Wall

The poem that can describe Just how your soul can touch mine Is nothing short of a miracle An inspiration divine. For all models are incorrect; All equations fall short. All words can’t quite reflect, To describe a thing does distort. At best, a word is just a symbol, To weave shadows into solidity. It is a challenge not so simple To expose the latent reality. Glimpsed in the corner of the eye Steal glance from cave walls to the flame. All that moves us from inside The spark from which we came. Blinding pyre, inchoate conflagration. Colors all, none, eyes are awed. Search in vain for a description, Perhaps the unseeable face of God. 3/5/16