She dances within lines of poetry
hidden from the World

Sitting in her glade in the forest
she has seen all come and go

She communicates in silent touches
while everyone else is on the phone

Sitting in her glade in the forest
invisible to a modern world.

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

I tell you a lot;
I tell you with my poems
I tell you my sorrow;
I tell you my love
I tell you demons in my head;
I tell you daydreams in my bed
I tell you what cannot be said aloud;
I tell what no one seems to have found
I tell you a lot with these swirls of ink;
I tell you now, to read closely and discover how I think.