The Images That Surge
Thought, the vision of the inner eye,
Peers behind the mask of mundane view
A choosing of the best of what comes by
Not the monsters on the Daily News
Thought to me is vision without words;
Needs silent presentation and review.
The words translate the images that surge
Then fall back to the ocean where they grew.
Like coloured visions of the deep sea bed
Where fishes reel and dance, where life is new.
What we mean with difficulty’s said
Yet evocation summons it to view.
Let my words evoke my love of you;
And answer me with many kisses new.
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