Metaphor

Metaphor I am A secret not found in words, I am A meaning cloaked in disguise, I am A truth you cannot ignore, I am The path you came looking for. I could be A mushroom, growing from dirt, Or a woman trapped by the rules of her Earth. I could be an island in your eye, Or just a pupil, blacker than Dye. I cannot sing, Or dance or shout Unless you decipher What I’m about. For I am the music In the air That never really seems to be there. I am A birdsong crisp and clear, I am A gold ring, though not as dear. I am A blackbird in a pie, I am A beginning, in the form of Goodbye.