Cloak of Invisibility

Invisible Watching the parade and longing to ride, but stand in the shadows,  needing to hide. Wings are not clipped, so why not soar? Afraid to enter an opening door. Visibility to some the ultimate goal, to another the threat of losing their soul. Why seems it a sin to want only to live, to answer when called and with everything give? No production! No success! No fame! No coin! Just… quiet happiness. Making beautiful things for their own sake, not to barter or sell but any may take. Invisible I am in a crowded place, for they look right … Continue reading Cloak of Invisibility