Hiding

The swimming fish, the swarming birds, the breeze amongst the leaves… the beating of my spirit’s heart, my soul’s sweet reprieves. The movement of the atmosphere will carry me afar, and all I know and see and feel will travel to the star, where every heartbeat finds its source, and nothing lies amiss; there is a secret window bright… in all that we dismiss. There is a secret language true, in all that hides from view.