You touch the light that no one sees
and see winds whisper through the trees
deep in the night you think on these
few things, but everywhere.
You curse at life, the constant bore
but give it all you have and more
you're right on time but ask what for
when no one else is there?
You see the faces never shown
and bare the soul no one has known
but what you find are hearts of stone
who ask how could you dare?
You look too deep where no one goes
to feel the pain that on one shows
you know to where the west wind blows
when no one else would care.
You see each rain drop to the ground
and all night long you hear each sound
of mystery of what you've found
and hold them close and dear.
But you must hide these secrets of
what life's about, the pain, the love
and no one wants what's really there
though free--and everywhere.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet