Chiaroscuro
Posted in Literature on Aug 11th, 2009 5 Comments »
A little rain. And it started
to chill empty souls as shadows
prowling some pallid walls. Alone
and not a sound. Some midnight walk
without the stars, only lamplight. Blue.
Is the color that falls on these cold
cobblestone, silver shimmering
streams of tears by its wayside.
While the heart has melted
the shape of love, lengthening
into dark shadows embracing
empty spaces. Stretching out
to reach you.
