i am the colored leaves cascading from autumn trees onto concrete
where you don't know below greens used to grow.

i am the pupil of your eye standing before a judges' sentence
without knowing the consensus missed evidence.

i am the rain drop that falls on your forehead
forgetting umbrellas don't matter
until they do.

Nothing new within a word.
Though power is within their numbers.
There will be blood.

Used often lightly,
A different demeanor,
we nourish esteem in others.

Politically too they express,
thoughts that may lean:
Happy days are here again.

They, ever so gently,
pull strings tenderly.
Love is in your eyes.

Words by themselves
are but words of themselves.
It you is to place them in context.

Last night I dreamt about you for the first time.
I dreamt you knew but you still asked me.
You asked me what is really your place in my heart.
I told you not to ask me what you didn't want to know.
Even though I knew you knew.
Even though  I know you know.
It is strictly closed awareness context.
And it doesn't matter anyhow.