shadows

Gray and a silvery hue

dipped in black under the white fold

of the blue above

One with the carcass

and the wisps of the night

color of my sin

and your repentance too

one against the whole world

and one against me too

Dark often and tempestous always

like the thought we dimiss with a denial sometimes

dimly lit and yet most visible

when we look within

for a moment into our being

Naked like the sky

and like the land beneath, often cold,

most vulnerable

and yet its consuming hold

a moment of madness

and lapsed reasons

and a saucerful of possibilities to behold

shades and layers

and amongst them

a madenning essence of solitude

A sense of understanding

and an unknown accpetance that

I'd always be a recluse...