unseen

I am like her, I look like her Or at least I hope I remember what I remember Fogged up mirror scope Hang onto me, I'm evergreen I retrace it, I reshape it I go step by step Maybe I have greater purpose It's just not here yet Seen and unseen My hands are clean I go back home, take the long road Moss on all the trees In the deep south The Saint John's mouth whispers sweet to me Nothing good stays Even wildflowers fade