Just Invisible

Did you see me appear?
No…I’m being clear
…
crystal clear
I’m greeted with a silently simple cheer…

Crickets converse
…
something’s missing here.

Am I a fly on the wall or a trickling tear?
Or is it that my transmission is simply missing gears?
A play on words but it’s missing…ears.

I’ve said words you’ve heard 365 ways on a list of years…
But the source appears…to always disappear.

This is weird.

You never see me vanish because I’m never there…
and if I was relevant here…
you’d be able to tell that I was ever near.

I’m just as sheer…
as sleek as every contestant’s fears…
swept under the rug and lead to the rear
so domineer-ring…is that fear thing clear…
…
cut…or just near what we consider pure lust?

I’m just invisible.

I could care less about the glitzy glamour…
and I’m stuck up with out the ritzy grammar…
keeping my head in the clouds because I’ve been enamored 
by being in two places at once…it’s a splendid grandeur.

My body is grounded here but I’m of a different dancer…
On auto-pilot while my mind fraternizes in the skies with geese and ganders 
I never speak in a stammer because I’m used to repeating the answers.
But when I pull it all together I keep it brief with candor. 

“I’m just invisible down here because I belong up there
I haven’t sprouted wings yet because I’ve gone wrong somewhere…
But when I get the hang of it…I’ll no longer long for what’s in air…
And I’ll be invisible down here…but I’ll still sing my song up there.”

If you can still see me…
that means it hasn’t been accomplished yet…
but I believe I can fly...
I’m just waiting for these leaps of faith to connect.