By Chris Barras
I am only seen on bright days
in the sunlight at his side
or hidden in the corner of his
eye. In dreams when deep asleep
or half awake at twilight
I live in plain sight, hide in plain view.
He was born in morning light
me in the middle of that night.
At first we spoke in tongues as
children do, as we grew, adults
tried to still my voice.
I still whispered deep in his head
where his conscious thoughts
try to live in reason, denying
my existence, ignoring my soft voice.
Yet he speaks to me of those he’s lost
hear his wails that cant be said.
When full of pride for those around
I hiss just speak let them know : silence .
Me and him have been shadows since
we were born but never fully present
on the journey we are on.