Not to be seen, noticed among the crowded streets,

To walk a chosen road, dreaming, and not seen.

Just a little time to be left alone, on my own,

Not a sound I’ll make or attention I’ll create.

Invisible moments, there will be no picture or scene,

No description of a man, all around me will be.

At times not to be before these eyes anything,

Not an unwanted sound, nothing all around.

The soul needs moments of peace, a slower pace,

Escape from the fast pace of the human race.

Invisible moments, quiet times under a forgotten tree,

In an empty field of grass, I’m not known to be.

Keith Garrett


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