Invisible
I,
Nearly someone;
Variegated to blend,
Inside, where it’s safe;
Sanctuary, in my reclusive folds.
Intrigued, by my distant, anonymous voice;
Bastard to those who so remain untied;
Languishing desires, desperate to touch the willing soul;
Evolving into the most perfect plane of elusive transparency…
Invisible!
bluskyinthenite commented on Invisible
04-06-2010
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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