The Watcher
(A lone voice whispers)
Someone recently said I was deep.
Is there any other way?
Shouldn't we look through clearer eyes like inquisitive new spies?
For I'm deep as all the known oceans
Eyes covering
All I see
Like a fast flowing
tsunami
My eyes bright,
Ablaze
With wonder
As my mind runs
Always creating as it
Ponders
From music
And melodies
Towards people
Films
And books
It's all those magical
Qualities
That makes
Me
Constantly
Look
A silent viewer
Standing hidden
In the shadows
Hiding its secret face
With no name
Watching
The world
Embracing
Its emotions
As timelines
Unfurl
I bet if you're reading this, You're just the same!
A true watcher
Hiding your secret face
With no name
Copyright John Duffy
#poetry #life
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