of my new frontiers

where people there

wanted me here

offered love wanted

& to call me friend

this other world

some days

the shadows come

corner of eyes

flutter in the ether

half seen

less understood

not knowing

what they are

can be

making me crazy some

defying the message

like an ant on a rock

preferring to see only

what is in front of me

the evident

if i know at some point

this other world

will need me to face it

take the messages on

deal with what is in me

seeing the unseen

hearing the voices

making connections

others living

their inside lives

may or cannot

ever see