Poetry

Disappear

I speak in light

I speak in shadows

Men are blind

Men are mad with sight

Slanted truths is just a circus

I know a pretty ringmaster

But do not join

I may tend to her wildlife for they are kin

As we sip tea and giggle

In delight speaking of ways men know not

Truths refused

Truths clear as lightening

I walk with shadows

Walk with light

Walk In forests of old

Talk to forests of old

And disappear where even brave men shall not go.