Watching from the boat a floating stage
I am looking around
Feel the eyes upon me
Neck, skin prickling beneath a gaze unseen
I see you suddenly
Hidden in the treetop home you built
Your stillness beautiful
Carved from finest alabaster
I am not real you try to tell me urgently
You can look but will never find me
My children are not here
We are figments
Of your fevered mind
Blink and you’ll miss me as I did you
I was never here
Look over at the mountains, the sea
You can marvel at others antics
I have faded already from you
Like a movie screen gone black, blank.
I will hide somewhere else my head low
You were never meant to see me
Soon you shall forget you did.
Ailsa
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