Shadows
Written in 1966 (I think)
rush away shadows
you tire my eyes
some corner to find your comfort
your visage will be impaled
by morning's triumph
relentlessly seeking out
your deep secrets
rush away shadows
your shape is artificial
you cannot kiss the color
that light has borne
but only visit
the dampened glory
that was here
before your bleakness came
to bind the night
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2020
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