Sign Language Poem by April Lane

Sign Language



I watch your hands
Make shapes out of nothingness and
Air, and they
Grow and shift and morph into
Imaginary worlds
Never ceasing to
Amaze me
Reality betrays me
Your fingers draw my dreams

Who carves this ageless image
Of secret fantasy
Rules the cosmos he creates
Living fingers paint
Dancing figures faint
So beautiful it seems

Saturday, May 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: hands,imagination
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