There Is A Man Of Shadows

There is this man of shadows, of one who in darkness lingers who is a love of mine. He is a secrete, hidden far, far away and only in my mind can I love him for by reaching out my reach is never far enough to touch him…

With this man of the shadows I have known great pain, for the deepest kind of desiring, always desiring… right to my very soul with a longing that remains though time and space it is that separates us... yet still the ever constant desiring.. so much the deeply held pain within… my heart it bleeds to only bleed again, never healing.. ever desiring, ever bleeding forth from a pain of not coming to have and hold…

Though only for the briefest of time that we encountered each other, shared our moments as the thunder rolled. Seems storm tossed days with a wildness in the breezes were the days that somehow freely could we give ourselves one to the other and then it was those moments when we slipped from each others touch, from each others warm embrace when the days suddenly were grown cold and distant between us… when it was that only your icy touch I came to know before the final slipping away and into the shadows you went…

So though brief our moments yet still in those fleeting moments I learned so much and became unafraid… everything it seemed at one time worried me, made me afraid, why even my shadow… but now with you, my love in the shadows, no fear, for you I still love and so to the shadows I reach forth…unafraid.