You are a wallflower, barely there,
A silhouette hiding behind long hair.
You listen, but you do not speak,
You see, but you stare at your feet
You love, but only you are aware.
You think, but you do not share.
You are the smoke of an extinguished fire, floating up and away,
Dreaming about drifting off into space.
You are the reflection of the sunset on the ocean, fading slowly,
Making the blue sea look so lovely.
You are the slight gust of wind from a dove’s wings in flight,
A mere shadow of the bird’s purity and delight.
You are the remnants of everything that ever was,
The subtle, but beautiful effect of every cause.
