THE UNSEEN

A calendar of dates

A coloured varied greeting

each one unique, each one of a kind

each handpicked and drawn

in the fleeting seconds of a story

now lying in dreamland, stillborn

A blank parchment now awaits

on an empty canvas stretched

A new page expecting ink

on a blinking, bright, white screen

Etch it with an invisible pen

with work that is, not has been

Labour on, swirling hand

with a brush of phantom paint

Unseen murals and unseen lines

shall shade the graded salutations

The record of diurnal chronology 

unseen by fate's hesitation