the years picture shadows play, hanging like baubles on the tree.
reflecting the time gone, time yet to be.
some radiant with treasures, string of lantern lights
I know I need to buy some socks
A mundane thing, oh and cut my locks.
I need to make the unmade bed,
Make a list, clear my head.
Again you perform open heart surgery
with the skill of many years, blade wielded precision,
a sharp serpents tooth venom filled,
just ignore me I am the invisible one, one who stands on the periphery
unnoticed at parties, chameleon taking on the wallpaper hue
one who watches and listens to the fights, divisions, with derision or....