Sheathed in a silken protection of blue
Shielded from new air
Hidden away from all that is true
Without a single care

Wrapped in shields of translucence
Your vision is unclear
Unfair bias buys you peaceful silence
Yet is that not unfair?

You are softly encased in a warm cocoon
Secure from all chill
To others pain completely immune
Yet, you still think you feel

Come out from that silken sheath of blue
See reality crystal clear
If you cannot feel others pain it’s true
You are not really here

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010