Authors note: A series of Poems for Merlin. Some connect others don't. You must review to get the answer! I own nothing.
Can you tell?
Am I reallythat obvious? Is it that clear? Can you see it in my face? A trace perhaps when I smile?
Is there a trace when I speak? A leftover from words spoken in tounges not for conversation but power perhaps? Or is it an accent that comes from words not made for human mouths?
I've always been told there was something about me. No one could put a finger on what it is, I know. Do you know? Can you put your finger on what it is?
Can you name the knowledge that shines from eyes far too young to posses it? Is there a word for confidence where that same confidence is absent? A term for a fear that screams truth behind a wall of necessary lies?
I can put a word to it. Can you? Or maybe you already have.
