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Well I was the shadow
of the overcast evening,
which behind the
overpaid sunglasses
your beautiful eyes
c
a
p
tured.
I sat there
shivering, disillusioned
I sat there
sobbing, disquieted
I was just a shadow, I was a soul
with a severed silver cord,
just chained by gravity and
you could not escape, really
It was a no-win situation,
p a i n f u l
it was
And then you stopped your dream ride
and asked me to get in
with your eyes locked in mine
to read the rheumy silence in them
M a y b e
Well I was the stranger
of the rainy night with
flashes of lightening
that drove you to the edge
of some unknown corner
and I saw those tears
I had them too, my own,
saline and acidic;
but you had them
opposing the laughter-
peals of which burst
in slow poetry
and you stole a glance
a
t
me
I was the nameless being
on the passenger seat
I was the one who fell into
a poly-dimensional chessboard-
blinded by the blacks and whites,
the jabs and silence
And it got windy and
the car died at nowhere
The headlamps could go
a bit far only,
d
i
m
and
c
h
o
k
i
n
g
And inside, two of us silent and
crying
In the darkness I looked at you
and you were the shadow,
shaking, sniffling
and you were sitting there
doing me such a favour
by being you-
alive,
e m o t i n g,
t
h
e
r
e
I sat there shivering,
brimming with alien joy
I sat there staring,
watching the lights die
one shard
at
a
t i m e
We were just the shadows,
we were just two souls
with bodies and minds
and vacuum and chances
We cried some more and
then silence crept over
until we fell asleep
just like that,
lost and cold
Well the earth and the moon
are but shadows,
and everything is a shadow of
something-deeper, inner
and even Newspapers have issues,
so I guess it was okay-
to cry and run away and
sit silently just blinking
It's good to feel terrible
than not to not feel
a t a l l
I sat there all night
watching you breathe softly
I smiled and cried in the beauty
of that moment,
r
e
p
e a t e d
I was the shadow
you had tried to help
I was the stranger
whom you saved that evening
And I did not even say goodbye,
not so much as looked
while you slept,
wrapped in your jacket
i
n
p
e
a
c
e
The sun broke in the east
like a giant egg yolk
and it spread all over the sky
while the chirpers went
shopping
The leaves moved and
nothing had changed
u n t i l
I saw people trying to get me out of your car
and no one could hear
your protests
and we were no longer
[font=Verdana]shadows.
[/font]
of the overcast evening,
which behind the
overpaid sunglasses
your beautiful eyes
c
a
p
tured.
I sat there
shivering, disillusioned
I sat there
sobbing, disquieted
I was just a shadow, I was a soul
with a severed silver cord,
just chained by gravity and
you could not escape, really
It was a no-win situation,
p a i n f u l
it was
And then you stopped your dream ride
and asked me to get in
with your eyes locked in mine
to read the rheumy silence in them
M a y b e
Well I was the stranger
of the rainy night with
flashes of lightening
that drove you to the edge
of some unknown corner
and I saw those tears
I had them too, my own,
saline and acidic;
but you had them
opposing the laughter-
peals of which burst
in slow poetry
and you stole a glance
a
t
me
I was the nameless being
on the passenger seat
I was the one who fell into
a poly-dimensional chessboard-
blinded by the blacks and whites,
the jabs and silence
And it got windy and
the car died at nowhere
The headlamps could go
a bit far only,
d
i
m
and
c
h
o
k
i
n
g
And inside, two of us silent and
crying
In the darkness I looked at you
and you were the shadow,
shaking, sniffling
and you were sitting there
doing me such a favour
by being you-
alive,
e m o t i n g,
t
h
e
r
e
I sat there shivering,
brimming with alien joy
I sat there staring,
watching the lights die
one shard
at
a
t i m e
We were just the shadows,
we were just two souls
with bodies and minds
and vacuum and chances
We cried some more and
then silence crept over
until we fell asleep
just like that,
lost and cold
Well the earth and the moon
are but shadows,
and everything is a shadow of
something-deeper, inner
and even Newspapers have issues,
so I guess it was okay-
to cry and run away and
sit silently just blinking
It's good to feel terrible
than not to not feel
a t a l l
I sat there all night
watching you breathe softly
I smiled and cried in the beauty
of that moment,
r
e
p
e a t e d
I was the shadow
you had tried to help
I was the stranger
whom you saved that evening
And I did not even say goodbye,
not so much as looked
while you slept,
wrapped in your jacket
i
n
p
e
a
c
e
The sun broke in the east
like a giant egg yolk
and it spread all over the sky
while the chirpers went
shopping
The leaves moved and
nothing had changed
u n t i l
I saw people trying to get me out of your car
and no one could hear
your protests
and we were no longer
[font=Verdana]shadows.
[/font]
Published 4th Dec 2011
| Edited 10th Jan 2012
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4th Dec 2011 3:59pm
4th Dec 2011 11:10pm
4th Dec 2011 11:14pm
6th Dec 2011 5:35pm
You showed up just as I left this last time. I remember reading a few of your works before and thinking to myself "If I come back I need to read more of him." Well I remembered and this was the first one I saw. Solid and deeply evocative. your imagery is all over the place which I think fits well with the uneasy emotion of the piece. A love story in pictures, if you will. Excellent work. I'm going to put this one on my list and I will look forward to others.
PierreTheMad
Thank you dear poet.
Astute.
Elated for your visitation.
The ghosts of memory love you
being here.
x
S
Thank you dear poet.
Astute.
Elated for your visitation.
The ghosts of memory love you
being here.
x
S
7th Dec 2011 5:50pm
9th Dec 2011 1:48pm
10th Dec 2011 1:48pm
you are, lightbringer. To me that was a love story with achingly clear dimensions, both tangible and the intangible. You create a spirituality in an otherwise mundane existence. To me, at least, it sounded like that.
12th Dec 2011 3:31pm
Grace
You are beauteously
astute in your own
observations and are
a joy of a reader.:)
You are right. As always.
Curtsy
S
You are beauteously
astute in your own
observations and are
a joy of a reader.:)
You are right. As always.
Curtsy
S
