What I see in my heart and soul--
Has become very obvious to me --
No one understands my reality,
Nor anything I've ever done lately.

I'm an enigma & a changeling:
Just ask those around me
And anyone else you see --
What they really think about me . . .

I bet you they'll say
Without any qualms at all --
That I've foolishly toyed with fire
And that It's my destiny to burn.

But what they don't know about me
Is written in the moon, stars,
And eternity.
They are severely limited
By what they comprehend!

The shadows moving stealthily
Through the dark & lonely trees
Hide and conceal from sight & mind
The complex shades & form of me.

In the mirror of what they see,
There's a vast hole in reality!
The space is clearly out of time--
Everyone of them is blind,
And what they darkly perceive
Will only ever be . . .
me!









© Kris Bailey
11-13-20