words are wanderers
where do they come from?
seeds on the wind
was there ever just one?

a spell of wisdom
madness and love
words cast no shadow
what are they made of?

I am an enigma
that's what they all say
they read it correctly
I wrote it that way

some people don't want
to be figured out
weaving walls like vague waves
a labyrinth of doubt

every once in a while
you say something to me
that shows you may have seen
what not everyone sees

and I'm still a little
surprised at it all
that you of all people
have seen through my walls

.                                                                ­                    
            the twisted patterns                        
                                ­       𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦          interlace  
                                𝘵𝘩𝘦          𝘢𝘯𝘥        
                  𝘴𝘬𝘺          𝘵𝘩𝘦
                     the mysteries          𝘴𝘶𝘯                          
                ­                          fall into place
          𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺                                           
                           ­ 
              𝘰𝘯𝘦                  𝘣𝘺                   one    
                                                                ­                                        .

drops of dew
shine like diamonds in the dawn
a world full of stars

Would you be so
surprised to find
what I am hiding
in my mind

or would that light
shine through to show
that same shadow
on your own soul?

on the shrieking storming sky
a sailing bird of prey
rides the singing wind like hidden waves
to blow the crows away

do we
collide

or

 fling             each            other

far

beyond
the Sun