Between Shades
“Alive,” she said,
“and becoming such a beautifully-
painted picture.”
Where-in you walk wispy
(She said)
through the moon’s light
shinning on the branches
of leafless trees.
Then tomorrow shakes his tired head,
halfway into Autumn’s-
dead middle;
and you stand shaded and colored
(She said)
by the fiery skies.
While down among your feet
the wilted flowers
wake like a carnival
and encircle you
(She said)
with forgotten happiness.
And on you trod shyly
into forests of yes and no.
Where all happiness is lost,
and the flowers forget-
to grow.
“Alive,” she said.
Copyright © Joshua Ten Eyck | Year Posted 2006
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