Every image...

Every image,
Delivered to scripture from Thought,
Grows horns and turns from, from a thought,
To a mood... on
A page.

Every image,
Birthed by the mind, and,
Manifested into an art-form will be, another image,
of you and will exist in time as you do,
For every rhyme is you... on
A page.

Every image,
Delivered into the mind, of the poetic interpreter,
Is a place, a being and a point in time.
When the poet dies, the image comes alive and lives, forever,
For every word is your birth...on
A page.

Every image,
Darkened by the black scent of burning angel flesh,
Epitomizes the being found underneath the skin, of he,
who's skin shines brown in the presence of eyes, but glows,
Red when translated into scripture... on
A page.

Every image,
Whispered into the ear of the accomplished listener,
Holds the essence, of the first soul to come into, contact,
With the eternal flames. Once harnessed, his plain of being
Was heightened and multiplies in scripture...on
A page.

Every image,
...on
a page.