I've never felt so invisible,
Unwanted and ignored...

If heaven had a postal service,
From earth to up above...

Although we did not
See each other...

The sands of time,
They find us all...

A broken rock,
It does not moan...

In my mind I see you
running all around...

Coming up close right outside your window,
the rest of the world is asleep...

Sitting in silence,
The deafening kind...

Will you be there to hold my hand?
through all that comes our way...

Your every rose in a rose garden,
Your every blade in a field of love...

A thousand bees are buzzing,
all around my head...

This is the last poem I wrote before I stopped...
The days of inspiration...