Dreaming of Shadows
I had a dream last night
and in it I fell in love with a shadow.
But it looked like a real man, with
wit, charm and a smile fair drew me near.
And He could read my very heart
and wisely avoided words of beauty I
would not believe.
He picked the right vanity to
flatter and praised my creativity.
And I let him in.
And he bound me silken words,
professing love and need for me
in his life, playing on my sympathies.
Those words held me in sway,
And I willing held my heart out in
my hands and let them all be bound.
And the shadow was perfect,
the shadow was what I was looking for,
and the shadow said everything I longed to hear.
I let myself be taken in entirely,
and nearly gave up my soul.
But then it began to snow
and I followed him to where he
said we'd be safe from the cold.
He left for a moment
and never came back.
I called for him and only
his laughter answered, then faded.
Though he was gone, my hands still bound
I couldn't light a match to warm my cold heart.
And I knew myself a fool.
The snow and ice surrounded.
I was cold,
and alone,
and no one ever found me.
I woke with a start
and I wept because it was real
I've only ever loved shadows
and not men true.
-srw
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