In the hall of my voice
For the words to be seated
The auditorium, though merely a blink
Of the eye through the small window
Of my life
Was filled to capacity
And beyond that opening,
From all the ways which they had come
The words arose
In ovation
In ovation
At the podium, a prism of seven rays,
I was silent, waiting,
But the words wouldn’t cease their ovation
My voice attempted a recital to time
But was drowned inside this plenum
Into the merest of whispers
I could only barely say,
"Every moment is sacred"
But my voice and the occasion were submerged
In ovation
JAL
