" The Light "

-I'm looking back,
over my shivering shoulder.
Watching the dancing trees,
running far far back.

-I'm looking on,
through cloudy eyes.
Watcing the dear soul,
running towards me.

-I'm looking up,
through the hovering dust.
Watching the hurried feet,
thumping on my face.

-I'm looking down,
through the lights and thunders.
Watching the frightened child,
seeking shelter from the rain.

-I am the light,
shining through the bits of this world.
Watching the pulsating being,
making everyone able to see.

The only thing I can't figure:
Why can't ever,
- anyhow, anywhere, -
anyone see me?
Oh ! Never !