No one Sees, No one Knows

No one sees
No one knows
Love in the morning, is my midnight foe
The color of the dreams that come
The ambers, the ashes and the dying sun
The stars are bleak and don't twinkle,
The sounds of the morning are like a paper crinkle
Of words, of thoughts are umpteen
I need a jar of paper and blue beans.
Oh how I wish my hand stays steady,
For the canvas my thoughts are mixed and ready
In the box of colors is the hidden me
No one knows
No one sees
The rhyme of the chime is the sound of my heart,
It beats in the rhythm, a tune apart
In many faces of what I have
This is the one nobody has
So, its true when I say
I live in shadows, in the wind I lay