Little Pink Goddess

For all to not see, hidden in plain sight.
Nothing and everything, of the night.
Misconscrewed meanings of nothing,
My one night of nothing is everything.
It isn't over, no it can't be,
Much more to see with new me.
Tiny new mysteries, mine to unfold.
Missing the mighty silence, truth be told.
Wise wandering words of wisdom,
Enticing concepts desiring freedom.
Wickedly caged, in this stumbling poet.
Seeing altered truth, never knowing it.
A dreaming mind, with sleepless eyes,
Hinting at truth through gentle lies.