The Invisible Me

Down the narrow path I stroll,

Thoughtfully lost,

A careless wandering old soul,

My face disguised,

This world streaming by me,

A chaotic whirlwind of light and dark,

Flowing fast,

And yet creaking slow,

I am noticed,

But then again no,

Better as invisible,

Longing for one, the only one,

Who can make all still,

Father Time even, bending

To her will,

To envision, to see, to desire me,

Me, just my old soul,

To choose Me, only Me,

Piercing through Life's hurricane,

My savior from the Dark,

A true Angel....

And the invisible Me.

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