The Chameleon

Like stars up in a clouded sky

i stand obscured from view

whith shining eyes that did not lie

i turn the pages for you

the silent shadow in the night

i smile before i steal

behind locked doors in emptiness

i am the things you do

now i am your only friend

you must love the chameleon

not child, not man, no living thing

you have no time for rest

no thoughts no words to comfort

you

no smile or soft caress

i am the rock the wishing well

the secret to your fear

the lighted candle burning bright

the call from distant years