Midnight Shadows
Tree-cast shadows upon the fence
In moonlit darkness
Twilight sent
Bold and black they linger there
On sun-bleached pine
In sultry air
But shades of that from which they fall
Falsehoods, lies
They each and all
Like those of us whose lives are spent
Beneath the veil
Of wrongs we’ve rent
For no one ever, shadows love
Remembers, wants
Or longs the touch
Of grayness splayed along the face,
Of rotted wood,
Affixed in place
Or ever sees the lack of light
That paints its heart
Across the night
For trees it is that life adores
Of shadows, shades,
It thinks no more
