Invisible

Trapped in a metal box,

I watch as the onlookers tinged

with green, oranges and yellows

wave back to me

Grey starts closing in

on the sky's clarity

and my mind lulls itself

to almost feel the warmth

of your fingertips

your promise to stay

a weightless dream

you've so effortlessly sold

to another

so I now drift aimlessly

waiting for the wind to claim me

with a

w h i s p e r

of its invisible beauty