**words And Images Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

In the frame delineated from thought
The wine of soul that poureth red
In portrait the frame in grand
Things in feelings that find ways
From cognition to the twists
The fingers and eyes for the color
Seen as real the imagination
The spectator connected in creation
Still a mirror to the self it reveals
Seeing what ought and not real
The shine in eyes the artist’s night
Love or commissioned sold cheap
Higher it fetches when taketh the soul
The creator like Soul has taken
Colors immense on the tip of brush
The face of the beloved was engraved
But the words she spoke in echoes
When God spoke in descension
Words like rain dropp for the thirsty
Words written or in memory
In rhythm with form to move
The great being exhorts in thought
Words are prayers for he heareth
Nothing but words when the drama
Words wrote the great dramatist
Lyrical went the raptures of love
Whispers gone deep to the heart
Unspoken is what was not spoken
In opposition is the spoken silence
Many words did the eye speak
When letters of love in blood
I loved thy image but sorrow
It bringeth for consumed by time
Words I remember spoken or written
My words go to thy image in space
Between the known and the unknown
Between the word and the image
My words are but my images
My images but my words
1/4/2009