The Words

You say it is snowing and though
It is bright summer
The flakes melt on my skin;
The inky marks show where
The poem entered my body.

You also say that
Black looks like me when I stand up
So all of you, guided by my bright eyes,
Find the way out to light.

I do believe everything
I do see everything
As it really is
But prefer to keep out in the open
Amongst all the other invisible colours.

I am the only earthly possession
You wish you had
But always afraid to shelter for too long.

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