Conversations cast against shadows.
Silhouettes shift across the lawn,
Fingerlike creeping toward the walls.
The room patiently awaits the dawn.
Primordial cycle not caring what we say,
Decoding only as moments require.
Enslaved pondering the puzzle
Duty-bound in boundless dire.
Crying retreat from countless sparring,
Craving to crawl back into dreams,
Knowing that awakening sets to greet
Soft light deceptions coming in streams.
Before I descend toward sleep
A gentle-wearied face mirrors me.
We are pawns posturing at a table
As evening steeps in to a darkening sea.
How is this encounter possible?
Each redoubt drawn perturbs,
Every syllable sighing defends
Doubling down chanting disturbs.
Scribbled thoughts floating midair
Inhaling ideas, exhaling rebuttal,
Festering wounds, ancient disgusts,
Flooding denials, as tears swim subtle.
~ by David Stanovcak (aka, Ian Bar)