Sometimes silent. Sometimes shy.
A great heart is shining below that big pupil eye.
Loving lips though rare words to express.
Keeping secrets hidden, just nevertheless.
A thinker in colours, in shapes and in form.
True empathy – that is here the norm.
With a subtle challenge of letting things go.
And just leave it up to its natural flow.
That constant fight between intuition and mind.
Can make it hard to keep the spirit aligned.
To be seen or not to be seen?
That's the question deeply asked.
“Here I am and this is me”
Is what it actually should be.
A face reading poem for Quirin Vodermayer.