Thought to me is vision without words;

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 seabed
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.