Thursday, October 10, 2013


Movement imperceptible
An unseen wing beat
Sensed, not seen
Gentle turbulence
Too quick for human eye

Shimmering radiance
Of ephemeral light
Flitting against
Solid shadows
Flickering dissipates

The unfelt weight
Of you
Leaning into me
The sense but not
The sound

You still walk with me
Unheard footsteps
Next to mine
Once I called you
An angel

I had faith back then
I’ve journeyed far
Faith, part of luggage
Left behind
What do I call you now?

Still you walk with me
I’m glad, I’ve grown
To like your company
I like you don’t judge me
For my lack of faith

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