Oh the written verse
coming from a man
who wants to keep
to a certain path.
He’s driven by the rush
of newness
what first time things
can do to the mind.
He invites us
to travel along
to keep him company
on his free fall.
He is fragile
adore him
he’s showing us
how to love.
Crawling on the soft moss
his once pristine cloth
now cleansed by the mud.
For the first time
he’s finally invisible
no more prophet or God.
People come and ask
where has he gone?
All the while
he’s right there
in front of them.
His delicate newness
which he has taught us
he’s much safer
buried somewhere
in the forgotten shadows.
Dragonfly Poetry 