I am that sort well chosen words inspire
and think a picture not a thousand worth
but must provoking images admire
when what I see gives fading sight rebirth.

I gladly say I see what you show me,
my friend who sees beyond the outer shell,
and thank you for another apogee
to which I words afix a tale to tell.

I would that I could look into a glass
and glancing back recall how I appear
but my own shape to me is but a pass
from wondering to wandering unclear.

All future moments with each spot paid bet
may memories become though not made yet.