Whistling Ninja

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

Written for my wordpress profile

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