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