I walk among you
But only few can see
The golden threads
That constitute all:
You – and me
And each of them
Hums its own
Fever pitch,
Emits spectra of colour
That evade the rich
Weave tapestries then –
Our lives intertwine
In mysterious ways
Who would know
Should they be divine?
In the shadows I play
And on the winds ride
But when it comes to
Bright light –
I would rather hide!
16.07.12
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