Empath (Silent Spy) Poem by Vision Ghost

Incorrigible nature, of the scores of these communications
Lending voices to impartial peoples, mindful saturations
I smashed a rock so fast I never saw the pieces, fly away
Knelt down to see closer, and picked up sand that now lay

Before resting my head to the tree, of the wisest of the oak
Rendered unmovable, though broad from those who spoke
Through ages from where this great article, now stands tall
In might and splendour, for many a year yet I seem so small

Pulsing the thoughts in undulation, of comprehensive ways
Walking past so many faces, as a new world of newer days
Seems to speak to me in crested avenues, of a pure thought
That brings to the mind a sense of kinship, to what’s sought

In the eagerness to flow by, yet I remain in a still captivation
Unfelt in gravity but encased, in the world of contemplation
I could walk from this world so to the next without moving
As the complications of the many, dispatch to the listening

Of those unspoken yet heard of all people, as they wonder by
In a majestic beauty so unseen, yet observed by the silent spy
Of just another guy, yielding to fathom the thought for the day
To encourage a daily fathoming, to find seeds so to freshly lay

For sure I can feel them, I hear them and they would be you
For the thoughts of all kind, are untouched as their so very true
Step by step as I continue on, past down this pathway of grey
Greeted so by the continuum, of mental vocals that doth sway

I join the crowds and rejoice, in the unknowing as they gather
To simply cross a road or to queue, for some event of yonder
Could I feel so much and yet simply evaporate, to an obscurity
That within the people of many, I get some sense of university

To each and every singular portion, of anonymity in every one
Of human beings treading the course, of the day that’s begun
Untouched now, by the fresh smell of morning air and oxygen
I could hold the calm of hurricanes, with sapience contagion