Obscurity

If there ever was any, it lies lost gone, to obscurity. I knew not how to write, I cannot tell you how, not even why a word takes form. As living proof as other people do, and love if love is love of light and dark one can't explain, by lack of sight. If I were wind and you the leaf, you still would feel a breeze. While wisdom trapped inside one soul, cannot exists, were told. The sky it hides the few, the many see, as star's each night if there's no light weren't there for one to see. And in-between each star there pools a sea, the tide can feel. Though forever out of reach you see the star's, where one is safe, and safe one is inside obscured or so I feel.