Artist

THE ARTIST 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