refracted light

you're looking in the corner
as through a prism,
now i think you see
the words you speak call out
although you did not speak for me
they resonate within,
i'm drawn yet cannot explain
the hold you have on me
eyes have yet to see,
ears to hear, limbs to touch,
yet i am bound by some stronger
metaphysical connection -
(articulation's not a problem now,
perhaps because the sun fell)
-this downward transcendental
spiral dance for two
or maybe you'll forgive
the awkward thought flow
of this simple silent dreamer
and just keep looking in my corner
and let your words flow -
i like the echo.