Invisible

I found a way to be invisible
like a sort of better Kate Bush
in the eyes of a solid air
like a glass snowman.

Wind, brush my skin of breath
with the dust of the dead.
Did you feel that, the warmth?
It was my soul, you felt it
didn't you?

Close your eyes, now,
do it!
See, that's me.
I am here with you.
Here inside you.
I am that nothing which you don't feel.

I found the door by chance
on a road to Tibet,
a sprig of herb shivered
and whispered its secret.

I looked at myself anew
and had become snow,
a single flake
in a white sky.

Now even the sun can't see me,
but in my heart its rays reflect
around my ice
and I feel it
warm, like a mother's love,
a reminder that I live.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.