INVISIBLE MOMENTS
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
Great piece, thanks for sharing!
Thank you for reading.
On Sat, Jun 27, 2020 at 11:40 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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