Glossed over

Whispers of a poet's heart

For years I stood blank, in quietness

Like a canvases left colorless

I became what as the world reflected

None of which made me a saint

You think you know me

When absolute truth isn’t the same

You know the glimmer you’ve seen

Glimmers, you’ll love or simply hate

When in tangible of all realities

Beyond your flawed capabilities

I’m everything you couldn’t see

I’m that image you never felt…in-between

Poet of the Light © 2018

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