Lykren
07-27-2013, 11:36 PM
My real shadow
turns and listens,
seemingly a faithful dog,
an allegory
or a fox.
The element of fear
cannot wish itself away.
The surf is one thing
that shan't let go.
The day after drowning
I rose like spring,
fresh rose-bloom
clouding my vision.
Our hopes rise with that mist,
or like the burr
are carried, sticking,
as we go.
And the cat's tail
crosses the moonlight.
turns and listens,
seemingly a faithful dog,
an allegory
or a fox.
The element of fear
cannot wish itself away.
The surf is one thing
that shan't let go.
The day after drowning
I rose like spring,
fresh rose-bloom
clouding my vision.
Our hopes rise with that mist,
or like the burr
are carried, sticking,
as we go.
And the cat's tail
crosses the moonlight.