The night is defied by neon lights
and yet so much stays out of sight
You are likely to miss it
It’s not for sale
And so it’s never advertised.
But believe me when I say it’s there
True enough to lay it bare
Yet, you probably won’t find it done
and so you’ll walk by unawares
Will try and make it’s presence felt
for those not seeking evidence
So don’t look for it, just close your eyes
You’re not meant to visualise.
It’s something not to see
and yet believe
Though I may not wear it
on my sleeve .
But believe me please when I say it’s there
Can you see it now ?
Just laid it bare.