Shadow On Your Love
Your silhouette frightened the man who came here yesterday
To ask you for passage, through the woods, where no man dared to stay
Your eyes, look golden; your mind looks vague
Your time looks folded, by the world that you called fake
And the window you held open; you survived but you shall fall now any day.
Your plain responsive answer, derrived from silly interests
Refuses to bring gladness to the posers of old questions
A new one, diminished by long forsaken cancer
Destroyed - religion, forbidden to now enter
And the cross hanging from your shoulder is it true or just some token that you’d rent her?
Did the mirror in the hallway, keep up with expectations?
You say “nay the mirror’s broken”; deceived you with simple realisations
Your heart’s exploding, your breath sounds strange
You start, as you hold him, to draw the vague lines of a cage
And that shelter that you offer has no value but the symbol of your age.
As you dream of golden flowers, protected by the guardians
Who don’t fight but stand with naked men, instead of being warriors
Your dream looks crazy, your ideas even more
Your perfume smells like flowers that you fold inside your four
Fingers that define your need for shelter for the storm…
