Communication isn't always with words... <br /> <br />No vestige of cinema on the walls, <br />Yet light and shadow play those holy games <br />By which remembrance stands or falls - <br />Fine magic prompting the naming of names. <br />No exits or entrances; still ordained <br />By the flicker of his lids, hatching fire, <br />Here a galaxy of bright creatures reigned, <br />Pageantry of longing and desire. <br />Catch these if you still can, entire sir, <br />You're not yet beaten, finished up, or dead; <br />In this at least let you and I concur, <br />You love those dreams that whirl around your head. <br />Old man, with your memories in white room: <br />Your heart unspools, embarrassing the gloom.<br /><br />John Garth Raubenheimer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-white-room/
