February 5, 2012

In The Shadow

Photograph by Kathleen Sara Shattuck

The shadow stretched the length of the room, in reply to my voice.

No matter what I do, no matter where I am, no matter who I am, I think of you when I write my words...there is no answer to my question, why, there never has been, and there never will be.  A hidden place that stays away, away from prying eyes, and only you and I can see that place, but, only you can release me from my self.
I search for landscapes, true revelations of verdant green within the barrenness of desert rock, showing me the clear, coolness at water’s edge, waiting for me to sip of streams that may never exist.
I tremble in the wake of dawn, and exhale in the evening breeze.  I nod to the day's awakening spirit, the day of reckoning, the day of possibilities that I may see into your soul.

The dark shadow twisted and turned.  A yawn engulfs the corners of the room, satiated by stillness; it moves closer, to be seen in a glimmer, and then a quiet hush exudes a knowing confidence.
Away from the lies that were concealed
Listen and hear the harsh realties
Now soon to be truths revealed
life’s destined casualties

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