If you have remarks, queries,
O’ friend, do convey all here,
If to share you have stories,
This poet then waits to hear!
Think not we are strangers still
For these poems, when are read,
The verses shall loop your will
Through a lucent secret thread.
Then subtle thoughts that you feel
Shall mix in rays glazing bright
This arcane art, a poet’s deal,
Shall ne’er let you lose the light.
These white rays that to them pull
And seem as one colour merged
Concealed are a spectrum full,
To serve selfless thus are forged.