The Composition of Shadows (II)

The Composition of Shadows (II)
by Michael R. Burch

 
We breathe and so we write;
the night
hums softly its accompaniment.
 

Pale phosphors burn;
the page we turn
leads onward, and we smile, content.
 

And what we mean
we write to learn:
the vowels of love, the consonants’
 

strange golden weight,
the blood’s debate
within the heart. Here, resonant,
 

sounds’ shadows mass
against bright glass,
within the white Labyrinthian maze.
 

Through simple grace,
I touch your face,
ah words! And I would gaze
 

the night’s dark length
in waning strength
to find the words to feel
 

such light again.
O, for a pen
to spell love so ethereal.

Published by Contemporary Rhyme and The Eclectic Muse