Invisible

I am invisible, hidden, unseen
No one knows where I am, or where I’ve been
These moments pass by, alone, unshared
Nobody was there, nobody that cared

The fire of sunset, the swirl of cloudscapes
The swan on the river – the ripples it makes
The dance of lightening, the song of thunder
Alone I wander, alone I wonder

All this great beauty, the pain deep inside
With no one to tell, it’s easy to hide
This they call freedom, living the dream
I am invisible, phantom, unseen

Wayne Visser © 2006

Book

String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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