I’m waiting for her shadow
to finally leave my wall.
Hers is the darkest wraith
and it seems to want
to darken my whole world.
Ever run ’round
and ’round in circles?
You have, but never realized.
All of your fake
make-up foundations
fall apart in morning’s light.
She who blocks my sun.
Oh, she dares too much!
I would take her throat,
but I’m afraid
a kiss would be my harshest touch.
So I’ll sing to her,
in the dark,
beneath her shadow
and whisper her to sleep
in morning’s light.
Waiting for the
reception of emotion,
to join her as another
trick of light.
HG – 1995-2000
