Invisible Poets the Unknown

I remain as thee invisible poet feeling without flesh seen taking in all your treasures left behind by your presence Why have we come to cross paths again Where before you standed looking down from the heavens on us In life's reversal in the shadow's presence death is known and I remain as an invisible poet without flesh seen Respect was there Our rhythms have come to cross paths again Where I know for sure you were here first before others Who entwine and follow in your path Now I'm place between all your sayings in all of your spiritual presence