What We See

I saw him from a distant

Walking through the streets

His eyes sparkled with a kind of absence

Only seen in dreams

As though I was watching

Those phantoms seen only in dreams

Yet in the daylight he was walking

His bright ebony skin gleaming

Under the weight of a large white cross

Suddenly so unremarkably strange

Yet he was as real as the day

Unfolding before me

Returning back onto the streets

In repitition

A ritual

A journey

Some have only dreamt this

Strange pilgrimage

To the heart of an urban mecca

Returning

MANTRAS

Walking between two worlds

Without waking

And what we see in the silence

yvette smith april 09

poem by Yvette Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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