My shadow is a man.
I am a grey thing
That people use to sketch.
When I shade in the white areas
My heart is overcast.
Sometimes he’s the peacock
Ambling through the parking lot
Or the vines on the chain link fence.
He’s been a hurricane
In my dreams, you kissed me.
Soft and gentle as can be.
A peck that spread,
From my heart to my head.
My heart is heavy, a lead falling
Into the deep abyss.
Lost forever, from eternal bliss.
Sad it is for love not shone.
I am a butterfly wing
Softly flitting from flower to flower
As peaceful as a dove.
My voice echoes lightly through the trees