Friday, October 2, 2015

Hear I am


You who hear
                   here
Are special
            dangerous
You know
           hide
Hidden messages
                 uncoded
It is a gift
          a curse
You have learned
                   caught
Don't ask
            don't tell
Why you
                 or me
Our purpose
                  here
                         unclear
                                     unfolds
grows with tempered age
                                    we wane
                                                away
Time waits for none-no time
left alone
                   with you
I'll never be
All the secret words
I write
                   for you.


Image of painting By Val Prinsep [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, Cinderella, c. 1880.

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