AnneNovember2023

Myriads of flying specks of dust

Invisible.

The attic is silent, in darkness

A place of safety

Most of its treasures hidden,

Invisible to the eye.

Even blindfolded

I know their secret places

Because it's my den, it's my cave

My treasure island.

Invisible I am.

Deep inside the citadel I rule

No one's allowed to enter without a code,

A password.

But they're all gone

So I know I'll be safe and live my secret life

Unwrapping my innermost thoughts

Until disruption will blow my realm away.

Anne, November 2023