Sometimes, I would hide in green; grown into the wall.
Sometimes; I would become clear; hid in waterfall.
Often, I would slink away; without notice…gone.
Often, I would skive off work; open ended dawn.
Erstwhile, I have opened hearts…thoughts of self-divine.
Erstwhile, I have rubbed you wrong; two bottles of wine.
Today, I have written words; This…& one again.
Today, I have sung you songs; only sung to men.
Maybe, I will find my way…far down horizon.
Maybe, I find luck this day; create my own Zion.

