rusty gears don't want to move

[whitereflection]

heavy-handed metaphor

You are in a room filled with
invisible people
they're hiding within the lines
if you bother to read between them
hoping that you will make them
real
See them kneeling below your shadow
moth-dancing in your brilliant light
singing to you love and praises
just in case you care to
listen
Today they weren't chosen to be
visible people
so they fill all the empty spaces
in your empty rooms
and keep waiting
(tomorrow they'll be special
if they keep waiting)
with you, amongst you
right here.

(dvad 7-27-11)