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