
Now that I have this picture, I suppose a… poem is needed.
I watched as the skin of my hand
made these words upon the page
They lied
but they hoped
You are in the corner
where they can’t see you
where they won’t see your face
or know your name
but I know you are there
Yes
The lights in the room and the
color of the message
won’t take that from me
Can you see your life
Can you see the light flowing
from the books
that so many have written
Isn’t it a shame
they’ve all died
and still
we wait
Wait
Wait
I’ll continue to dance alone
in the shadows of my own mind
after all
my shadows dance with me
They know the song
They know your name
We’ll keep silent
for a time
We’ll let the streets flow
And
And
And
We’ll dance
Yes
We’ll dance