Underneath it all begins to ripple, <br />beneath the accordion folds of a perfect afternoon, <br />the phosphorescent streets lost in rain <br />while falling from vision, a number of pearly clouds <br /> <br />Words silent, when it all begins to unfold, <br />how well I remember how it passed; <br />washing the skin on the body, <br />drinking in the feelings, the melting smiles <br /> <br />Igniting rare visions for numberless minutes- <br />praying before the stolen cenotaph <br />of a beautiful man's mind<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-beautiful-man-s-mind/
