Aura

When the ice would finally crack In a second, a minute, or an hour Most would find amazement at how Well he could read their minds

He knew, somehow, what life they'd seen What they feared, what they loved What they hated and just how much But when they asked about how he knew, He did not know what to say.

How could he explain all those things That he did not understand himself? What is it they had really done, Or actually even said?

It was nothing, he felt, but this he knew It was everything he'd seen them do- It was in the way they positioned their bodies Atop the seats of their chairs How straight - or not - they aligned their backs How fast they seemed to react

The look in their eyes as they glanced to their sides Spilled something of the picture within The crackle of their lips as they started to smile Spoke odes of what sat enclosed

What any of it meant, he never could define He just knew what tale it told- So he'd shrug, say it was just a guess And they'd think he was a wizard perhaps.

He could see the things they hid from the world And hear the words they dare not speak- So in as much as they regarded him with awe There was a fear too

Then there were others, those rare few Who saw his art and understood They would do what he did too Drink in his aura with just one look

And revel in the smile of their hearts

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Well?

This was a piece inspired by a conversation on what exactly an aura is...this is my take on it. I'd love to hear what you think!

PS. PC: @ankl3_7aker