This Inhabited Shadow

So many things still live in shadow: Black bearded in shades of gray can let Traces reminding maybe the old glow. An old picture may wear a new secret... Good changed in goods since God left. Likes gathered for anything, but not love. The time may be theft, but also any concept. Not shared love: winter with just one glove. There, the look has meaning for lover; One looks for something what cannot be; Maybe best poems rested for drawer. Some pictures hide love as you and me. Hesitating shadows of Goethe, that's what I mean: This picture vainly hides what is there and is seen.