There is a shadow
Buried in my corners
Hidden in my nooks
Hidden from me
As I’ve hidden from it
Never stopping to wonder
Does it feel?
Does it fear?
Does it wish for my embrace?
Is it me?
There is a shadow
Buried in my corners
Hidden in my nooks
Hidden from me
As I’ve hidden from it
Never stopping to wonder
Does it feel?
Does it fear?
Does it wish for my embrace?
Is it me?
The iron world comes crashing in
Upon my weary mind
A hot, discordant, noisome din
By old men unconfined
Let loose upon a quiet world
The symphony destroys
With fists of coal and steel unfurled
It makes of us its toys
And thus I wish for simpler things
A garden bright and green
Ere greed broke all the world’s workings
And made it cold and mean
As all slows
And cools
I wonder that time presses on
Even as we pause
Waiting
For a day we may not see
I sometimes stay atop the hill
Ne’er peering past its crest
I watched as boughs of pine and fir
Sank deep beneath the snow
Nor man nor beast would dare to stir
Or o’er the cold ground go
Yet like spirits of earth and fire
The pups would bound and play
Out in the cold, their heart’s desire
Amidst the deadness lay
The days grow short
The air, cool
And ‘neath the starless skies I marvel
That as all dies
The shadows grow and grow
I walk unbroken ‘neath the moon’s bright gaze
Though not without the scars I’ve often earned
For with a lifted chin I’ve faced my days
And from each wound such wisdom have I learned
When it has been a little while
Since last I felt your hand in mine
Heard your heart beat
Saw the deepness of your eyes
I want for it all the more
And when I feel it
Hear it
See it
It is all the sweeter
For that little while
Fair weather
Is fair until
The ground is dry and cracked
Fair play
Is fair until
Another breaks taboo
Fair chances
Are fair until
Your feet are bruised and bloody
All’s fair
Until
It isn’t
The fall-fire grows upon the boughs
Of trees once brightest green
And from earth’s coldness does it rouse
A life that once had been