
Coffee stains
Don’t fix the pain
Of wanting what she cannot see
And her heart leaps
As it tries to keep
In sight what she cannot see
Awaken. Heal. Inspire.
Coffee stains
Don’t fix the pain
Of wanting what she cannot see
And her heart leaps
As it tries to keep
In sight what she cannot see
Don’t mind me, she thought
I’m only passing through
But no one knew
She was invisible, it seemed
And she dreamed a new dream
Where she was, in fact, seen
And silently she smiled
She kind of liked it
Just a little
Hey you, she whispered
In her heart of hearts
You’re not forgotten
In your invisibility
I still see you
And she smiled
From behind her mask
She was seen
The Angels remind us that they are always on our side, even when we can’t feel, see, or hear them. Invisible friends are the best!
The well runs dry and, parched with fear,
I agonize that I, myself, may shrivel up,
run dry of heart-felt words, that in the end,
the new will once again be old, dwindling
on the page where the worn out and overused
go to seek their final solace, exhausted
from their time of service to the higher cause
of originating expressions of light,
inspiration, and heart-pouring sentiment,
the depth of inner being
spilled forth on public pages
I write my words for you,
my life laid platter-bare,
but what if, after all the words dry up,
there’s nothing there? What if
I really was invisible?
©SpiritLed 2014