Treasure Island

Shelley Wynona Williams


Stranger Behind A Screen


A stranger looks ahead
with courage in his eyes.
A person behind a screen
that is hidden, kind and wise.

He might cross the lines
and enter the unknown.
While sitting in his silence
using hands that speak alone.

The travels of the mind,
thoughts inside the head.
The storyteller awakens
and leaves his humble bed.

He learns to assume
and read into the soul.
Dreams that are surreal
as an actor with a role.

The person that appears
and leaves unreal behind.
A handshake is proven
more than just the mind.

Welcome is the sight
when in safety you appear.
The screen doesn't know
if words are spoken clear.

There are limitations
and mind travel is slow.
If you want a relationship
meet that you will know.

Submitted: Monday, May 12, 2014

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