Hidden Image

Solitude amid the many crowds
silently, I lift the heavy shroud
to see my own eyes staring back
void of movement to distract
the visions of an inner world at play
She leaves me helpless in the present day

Mystic answers now abound
white light shimmers all around
unable to affect the multitude
the reason for this heavy, mournful mood
that speaks of lack of unity
within/without disparity

and so I stand in silence, mute
aware of rift become acute
I sought the knowledge that would end
the split of every modern trend
and found instead my own reflection
pulling me in lone direction

So silently amid the many crowds
I lie with her beneath the heavy shroud
and know myself in solitude
beneath the heavy weight I brood
to dream of love and right relation
waiting for the transformation

? Michaelette ?

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