WORDS UNSEEN

• I go about weaving
  A web of words
  To ensnare beauty.
  I hear the footprints
  Of sound on wind
  The pattern of the wings of birds,
  The footfall of moonlight
  On coconut trees .
  Beauty lost to common eyes,
  Beauty imagined and missed
  Are words Nature wrote for some to see.
  I see music and poetry everywhere;
  In the silent sky and in the lost looks of many
  And the madman's wailing in the still night.