The Naked Souls Dance Through The Streets In The Time of Darkness Denying The World The Very Knowledge Of Their Existence
Yet They Granted The Insight And Depth Of The Human Spirit To Him
His Bete Noires Would Fear Him If They Understood What Is The Mystery The Beauty Of Everything Is Opened To His Eyes In All Its Glory
The Souls Of Beauties Are Open Like A Book For Him To Read
Details MagniFied Hundreds Of Times Til They Become Words on The Pages
That May Be Browsed Like The Ancient Worn Manuscripts of Yore
Ignorance Is The Greatest Trait That He Possesses To Show Others Nothing Will Be Suspected With The Iron Facade Erected
Intelligence Is Hidden And Stored In The Depths Of His Mind
But Can Be Resurfaced In A Gunshot Quickness, Holding Others In Awe With A Beauty Such As The Sun Swallowed By The Ocean At Dusk
Or As Painful As A Whip Lashing The Flesh And Heart
The Naked Souls Whisper Their Secrets In To His Welcoming Ear
And He Brushes His Word Across A Heart Like An Abstract Canvas
Where The Picture Is Lost But The Beauty Remains To Be Fondled By The Eyes
Of The Audience That Has Gathered In The Shadows To Learn Secrets But Secrets Are Never Told By The Lover And He Continues His Journey
From Soul To Soul Until They Tell Him The Insight Into That Perfect Dance
From Which He Will Never Sit Nor Stop Hearing The Music
