The Aura

Pictures not yet drawn, Pages not yet turned, Still to be accomplished feats Linger in infinity as a mist, Somewhere between personal history And possibility... This is the Aura If it could be seen, Of the delicate framework Surrounding each Like a devoted puppy: Closed now, then out of sight, Underfoot, then distant, Indifferent but dependent, It must return and remain A servant faithful or less so, Still and extension of persona, The Master! ... I am the guide, Who discovers the way again Through the never ending jungle Where a thousand untamed beasts Crouch behind the trees, The wildness, in the air, underground, Apprehensive and bold, Cautious and watchful, Something approaches, Wondering like me, Friend or foe? ©All Rights Reserved-2012