Covered

My burka is invisible and a very lovely shade
Of perhaps green  shot through with a silken thread
I can see left and right and inside where I nest
And I never need wonder where I lay my head

It's constructed beautifully--made just for me
It's fits just perfectly so I can really see
My hands beckoning or waving--I'm not sure which
Going or coming--as long as I'm free

I surely can step out of it but perhaps it's best
To stay safe and secure in my invisible-ness