optic-lace

Did you miss me, while I was gone?  
 
A distant presence  
standing witness  
 
Anonomous ears;  
    account for verbal thoughts  
A tingle in the wind;  
Raises hair with every breath  
Dancing among shadows
 In the light of shaded dreams  
 
A humble clash with foreign colour;  
   This signature occurance  
  has unleashed the hidden figures  
         In adoration  
 of thier simple beauty  
 
Each one  
Unknown to me;  
        "Until we meet again"  
 
     Intertwined  
as threads  
  of History  
We recognize the glory...