My enemies
Know me not by name.
They only see a ghost of me,
Its outline hardly the same.
You may say I play a losing game.
Still, I know what it is like to be hunted
And yet feel the warmth of presence
By my gentle side.
To be everywhere and yet no place
Is how I tend to hide.
Perhaps you too shall live in grace,
Confide in me & feel my embrace.