Her words embrace themselves unheard,
Ears pretend to listen - but they only understand
what they want to hear themselves.
Her eyes seek, spots of moving black,
yet out of her focus.
Her halos alone consist and last continuously,
Her light holds against opposing power
never too strong
always invisible
to the unknowing pair of eyes.
Striving for freedom - so she knows -
her hand almost touches relief
but yet it is always a few inches away...
Waterfalls of sad laughter
try to hide the obvious helplessness.
But her aura shines
on
and on
and on ...
(Ray Caster 2002)