Blushing

Away with all yer say

this praise is real they say,

I cannot understand the reason why

I spent all these years being so shy.

Tell me now and tell me true

my words to you, will they really do?

I hold myself in front of your lives

to see if words I write now survive.

Read me at you liesure,

take me at your pleasure.

I wait for your awakening shout

to see if known, what this is about.

None have seen the truth it seems,

A wider audience outward it beams.

Any the wiser? Any see through the misty veils?

I'll wait more years on Blind Justices Scales.

© Michael D. Powell