I am the path hidden in the open
The voice of whisper within
The crowd
A spoken tale written in silence
The blade of the
raised Fallen one
A smoke from the vessels
Of crystal
Glittering but tempered Glass
The fear which drives
You close
The wonder underneath
Your foot
The completed part of a
Failed puzzle
Tears shed in thrones
Of smile
I am the noise supplying
Music
And the only sun ray
In the cold arctic.