Unseen Hands – Written December 2001 (Aged 26)

Unseen Hands

i feel touched
by unseen hands,
i hear music
music never played
and i see –
the remnants of days
that will never fade
the line is thin,
but the line is real
it is something to believe in
it is something i feel
i see things
not yet written
a world peeping in
and i am so deeply smitten
that my imagination is courted
in an old fashioned romance
of unseen feelings
a quick glance
reveals what appears to be hiding
but you do not see me cowering
just me smiling

James Garratt – December 2001

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