Shadows. Echoes. Husks. Mirages. Mists.
blankets over flawless vision,
wantonly steal over crystal intellect-
soon the light is a distraction, too blinding-
the shadows beckon,
because you find comfort in skirting.
When he speaks, you hear a thousand voices in the past,
and your heart breaks even before he makes his intentions known-
when you speak, he doesn’t hear because fear of rebuff mists his eye-sight-
now the wisdom and romance of Solomon elude you both-
because the shadows lengthen-
and your voices and intents have been concealed-
by past burned bridges, scars, and misdemeanors.