Shadows
moonlight in the trees-
silently a cold wind shifts
shadows on the snow
–
long shadows-
the warm wind
walks me home
moonlight in the trees-
silently a cold wind shifts
shadows on the snow
–
long shadows-
the warm wind
walks me home
building my fortress
I bury my emotions
beneath the first stone
–
cacophony-
late night frogs
in my stone walls
white on shades of blue-
the day ends as sailors tire
of chasing the wind
–
moonlight-
sailboats crease
the black water
my soul recoils from
the cold skeletal touch of
the angel of death
–
twilight-
fireflies lead me
across the river
as venus rises
the sun on the horizon
sets the trees aglow
–
western fires-
too soon dowsed
by a deluge of stars
the lobsterman’s wife
watching the lighthouse at the
dying of the day
–
silent passage-
darkening water
laps the shore
alone on the road
speeding towards oblivion
far away from you
–
velvet panic-
our safe word
forgotten
his paper thin skin
stretched across arthritic hands
so easily bruised
–
a spreading elm-
our initials
overgrown
pale whispers of men
pass by along the river
rowing in silence
–
walking stick in hand-
my footprints
fading
watching you suffer
affords me none of the joy
I was expecting
–
blood moon-
packing my bags
while you sleep