A Cast Of Shadows

This your first death my last now rest my little dear a cast of shadows maketh hazy souls from where we'll hum our dirge our tune a scourge of time to tell of our no more … Yet bark-rough our skin of late how? - so thin we were in life beneath we needed such a carapace to cosy from the world … I'm reminded of a flow of trees bent in our direction jostling greens lending metaphors Is it wisdom? We let our struggle go See the red-black eyes red-black death your flesh was new and fresh … I'm old and we are dead together DEAD! SOLD! blue-ice cold forever … And still we never were alive clever as an irony Let us look beyond o'er the cirrus o'er the blue in mist as love we cannot part Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2013