I walk, I run.
Breathless.
Heavy load on my back
Filled with rain and fog.
Unassailable.
Through the night.
I am invisible.
Thank God!
Mirrors reflecting.
My hidden thoughts.
I will hide them.
In a deep well.
I will not lose them.
Later, later I can warm myself
To this black painting.
Filled with shadows in moonlight.
Hiding but visible.
Before my troubled eye.