Shadows

Shadows

The man in the moonlight is a shadow ?Like a white painting on a blank canvas ?Falls into the beautiful girl by his side ?An abstract moment where loneliness ?Is completely erased with our shapes ?As if we could tear down the walls of our skin ?And seep to become one body without sin ?Or without faith that in death lies religion ?Just the light of the moon and the streetlights ?Just the blocking of the light by our bodies ?Intersecting like raindrops on windshields ?A vector where, were our bodies to extend forever ?Like the moments we want to believe in ?We would touch and merge together ?Without worry of the consequences of our actions ?Or sterilizing our bodies from their original purpose ?And together they walk behind the Sycamore trees ?And the low lying bushes and disappear in darkness ?A death without any fear, violence, or open resistance ?Because they know in the light they will be born again ?For them love lies in light like some eternal phoenix ?But as they emerge from their baptism they stand alone ?Each one is clearly defined for sight by sore eyes ?If either their painters would look down to see them ?Hands disappear to hold themselves in the wind ?Her hair blows back to the lines of the branches ?And lover's tell lies only shadow men will stay silent ?Stay quiet, and somber, not afraid of the distance ?An arm moves to her waist like a wire to cross it ?And for a moment a bridge is built over the loneliness ?In his color washed face an hidden smile is present ?And the arm moves away as the tears paint ?Their own pictures on the jet black of their bodies ?A car passes by, and the headlights throw them from ?Side to side, like a boat caught the storm out at sea ?And then they freeze for a moment fore-shadowing ?The pain that is coming, or the fact she is leaving ?She walks away, neither say a word, he looks after her ?Stoic and statue-like, not afraid of loneliness or hurt ?Romantic and promised by the promise of another time ?She slips away into the darkness of the branches

Reviews

[intangible_soul]

Very nice write. Dark, nice flow, I wanted to read more. I wish you could format it a little better into something other than one big paragraph. It may make it even more powerful.

[Candle in the wind]

"As if we could tear down the walls of our skin " I love this line.These lines are transient shaodws fading in and out.Evokes an aura of mystery.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

I like this it sounds like something i would write but better..
very romantic and mysterious.

Chloe
xoxo