Only The Shadows Are Home. Poem by Brett White

Sometimes I feel like only the
Shadows are Home.
Lost everywhere else, the Shadows
Are like your Hair at night:
(My thoughts for you, full of adoration,
And my prayers for your safety) ,
As I would lovingly comb,
Night after night, comb with my fingers...
Before you dreamt of fields where you
Once played; while the Moon held by Stars in
Complete Darkness.
While nymphs play in the forest,
With no need of material nothings,
Without thoughts of War, where their
Memories are made.
Yes, only Shadows are Home to me
(Where I am safe from Life's Worries,
And all of our Man-made Hurries,
Or of War's unforgiving Fury):
And Shadows protect me when my head is laid.

And for your smile, my weight in my
Blood I would pay.
And for your smile, should you cry,
If unarmed, I would fight, and an
Army I'd mercilessly slay.
And for your smile in Dark Times,
I'd make habit to Dark Crimes,
And for your love, I'd bring Life
To Dark Rhymes.

The wind chimes for the newborn babe,
Or those, close to our Hearts for all Time,
Who've joined God with his Angels,
And with our prayers and tears of remembrance,
Have just passed.
And to hold you hold you, with more
Vigor than Tantalus seeking water
In Hades, I'd outlast, as he begs
In vain for Mercy; until the Flames
Dancing lithely on the Reflective Inferno of
Darkness, Kissing Eternally, the Unholy
River Styx, and then burn Black Souls.
And Justice at the Gates is meted by
Saint Peter, kissed by Cherubs and held
High by God's Power, Justice is without
Prejudice granted, for Sinners and Saints,
For Infinity their Fate is sealed,
Justice at the Gates, God doles.

And for Mercy I begged, from the Lethal
Sting of your Undeniable Beauty,
And every time I hid from your Charm
Wed to Sweet Innocence, of one who fears
God's Omnipotence and Grace...
Your eyes see right through me.
And for Mercy I cried, when bathed in
Your tears, a part of me died.
And to the Pope I'd vow honesty,
If the prize were your fire-tinged kiss,
My most-esteemed treasure,
If could gain your sweet kiss if I lied.

Our Lives are a rain-drop upon the Ocean,
Engulfed by the Vast Eternal Beauty of
Heaven's Prize.Should we fix our course
Ere we stray too far from offering our
Prayers to God daily.Unwavering like the
Waves in the Sea, we should remain, True
To God with our Devotion.Because we slip
Through the Sands of Time in the blink of an eye.
Yet I must admit with regret, from you,
For more than a kiss, while adressing the Pope,
For your Love, without hesitation,
I would continue to Lie.

4-26-16