Statues

Statues can bend

Sheltered against openness

But so hard is their heart

That if it drops, it breaks

The wind may blow

Caress their limbs

A softening

The breath of reminiscence

On a life of reluctance

Pacing in all the body

Burning with sensuality

The flame is embrace

The wind (is blowing through)

Stripping (the many colored lights)

Dissipate into oblivion

Mirrored infinite

Unadulterated light

Rejoining the starry night

Who knows but doesn't speak