Presence

Gentle states of calm tiptoe on the ice of reason.

Birds watch over as they fly south in winter. 

Flying in a sky of three million suns,

Their ignorance does not deny their sympathies. 

They know only what they see.

Your presence like rain in the moonlight 

Drowns me in a most welcomed death.

But your presence is your absence and absence your gift.

My silence is only in self-defense.

The elephant knows not why we are here

He only stares as we walk blind in circles.

But before our bright eyes cry the stalest tears,

We must remember 

Not only the charlatan has regrets.