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Invisible
as it plays my heartstrings,
a song stuck in Minor key.

Invisible
as it sits within my brain,
writing detailed nightmares
for the plays to be held tonight.

Can't you see it?
Can't you hear it?
If it isn't physically there,
why can I feel it?
 May 2013 P H Scherer
st64
1.
Like a butterfly
You got caught in the net.
Your visions of flight
All twisted in futility.

Refrain:
If only you were not afraid.
No need to have flown away
Oh, just enough to fly (Surrender to the moment)
Fly away into the sun.

2.
A paper soul tears easily
Be free and float away
Guard the final gates
On the way to the Light.

S T, 22 April 2013
Written long time ago.
 May 2013 P H Scherer
st64
delicate swirls
                              abstract motif
                                                             dainty spirals



I.
I see you as a wide sheet of fabric
Beautiful, paisley pattern
Highlighting your *odd
qualities
That I love, more than you could get.

How you shimmer and shine
So well.



II.
Yet, I knew not that there exists -
Very quietly bold and calmly geometric;
Another sheet beneath this visible one
A layer concealed, that only my oblivion feels.

How you shiver and hide
So well.



III.
So, as I learn and delve and discover
Burrowing passages and intense pathways
A myriad of tunnels within tunnels
Where is the real you?


How alone; thought I knew you
So well.



IV.
Am I thus lost?
Blinded so by the light in your patterns....

[said in one breath:
so, I try to brush ever lightly over artefacts of your stained existence,
ensuring I leave no trace of me...
there I go making a new layer (for me)
only to see...another layer....and yet
another....]

layer upon
         layer upon
                  layer upon
                           layer upon....
layerrrr.



V.
Into the icy face of wind, words are flung
Only, they come back...messier!

Disaster.....blast the blundering heart in dusty chokes
Love thrives not in intemperate climes.


At which point did you let your voice die?
Perhaps you hide in fear, of suffering alone....

So long.



VI.
There stands a figure in the circle of light....lonesome
We hover near the highly-charged cosmos of chance
Daring the winds to take us, off guard
To glide away on impossible parades....




S T, 28 April 2013
How many layers does one need to uncover, before learning *any* truth?

Hm, maybe should-a studied archeology way back...lol


oh, well..

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