Nuances
And signs.
The words spell out the message
The sighs and the heartaches
The vest of armour on my chest
Guards against the heartbreaks.
In between the lines, there lie
The words with other meanings
That remains within my soul
Words of strange mystical gleanings.
Can you read the words I have?
Written between the lines
And lift the veil that hides the soul
And pick up the nuances and signs.
Does anyone out there know
The way I think and feel
And seek the nectar hidden
Underneath the peel.
The words drift out like wisps of smoke
Sailing past, memories, and senses
Not captured but escaping from
Fields of thought without defences.
Sometimes in a dream at night
The words reflect and shine
And like a wraith wrapped around my soul
I wonder if they’re mine.
I wonder where the words go when
They’re written in between lines
Are they are inked and then made invisible?
Truths told in other signs.
I float away on daydreams
Ideas permeate my mind
To answer without questions
And ghosts I’ve left behind.
©
David Rudder
2024
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