Actions speak

Slipping away, uncovering grace,
      beauty and form        
covered in silks and cloths of many hues

        what makes a person is not
the tissue they are cut from.          
actions speak.      
will they move mountains?        
maybe in some forlorn corner,
      it  will stay.      
tight bound corsets - stays of bone        
do shapes mean anything
when the soul looks out.      

Give Me the eyes      
they speak more        
Give Me the glance      
it Sings forevermore.        
My tongue is gone,      
My throat dissolved.      
Mute,      
I stand      
ne'er able to say.      
Only My eyes move to speak      
Is that enough?
          
only time will tell