“It must be such a burden to bear”
“No”
How can this be?
A secret very few know-
My variable angels have no weight
It’s lessons and listening as of late
And I myself sometimes feel to float
Upon the daylight or frozen moat
My voice is a whisper then
And my very being
Do I pretend?
My limb or perhaps an invisible wing
That is- It’s invariably light
But still witness to everything
It is then that-
I can only be seen in the bright rays of the sun
Where chirping, faint barking and awakened rivers run
Not indoors where oxygen is tight
Although I still do fear the black opaque night
Often I’m visited in dreams
It’s either they or I who first arrive
Maybe unaware of the plot
But the background is just so Alive
Feeling a sense of loss
Being as the only one-
But nevertheless-
I’m here to get things done
Is it a burden?
I say “No”
For maybe she’s meant to share
(This lighthearted Being)
Both what she Saw and
What she is now Seeing.
