I See Them
I see them
Walking, holding hands.
I hear them
Chatting as the birds
in a language i can't understand.
Clad in a manner that's a mystery
Steeped in ritual and history.
I do not speak to them
Nor wither at their gaze
For all of us have come
From other places, other ways.
i smile upon the beauty of the children
Glance quickly as the picture fades to gray
Soft footsteps of the ancients in a new world
Long shadows at the end of journeys day.
When I do not see them
Will I then be free
To see them?
©7/9/2012
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2023
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