Interchange.
Strange the interchange taking place
in human sensations.
The sound of rain on flat sea,
distant thunder, or small insect noises
transform into sight down in the ear.
The smell of fresh odours
appear as taste to the back of a nose.
Perceiving dampness on skin, fragility
of petals or the touch
of soft velvet is sensed too as hearing.
The presence of silence exudes a scent
which turns into feeling.
Yes who we are is more than translated
alchemy of reflected senses
shown in the sum of each sensual trait.
Our Being\'s tower is lit by spirit guided
by divinity and cradled in sacredness.
We a mixture of clay and angel own vast
powers not yet discovered
under skin endowed with secrets galore.
May we ever treat gently the heaven held
in our wondrous vessel.