My shadow searches for physicality,
imploring the moonlight to bathe her in its enchanted glow in hopes that the darkness won't be all that she knows.
"Let me go," she cries, as the mist of her
fluid body morphs with the black of the night,
"let us all go."
The moon breathes out a sad sigh,
her skin etched with scars and tears that cannot be seen from afar.
"I'm sorry," she whispers as my shadow succumbs to the dark,
"but if I cannot escape the absence of light within our infinite universe,
my ruined body forever bound to my empty orbit and yours forever bound to your being,
how can your fate be any different?"
My shadow searches for physicality,
imploring the sunlight to destroy her with its tongues of golden flames in hopes the darkness won't be all that she knows.
"Let me go," she beseeches, as her ethereal body pulls and stretches, bends and breaks in the rhythm of my movements,
"let us all go."
The sun breathes in a scalding breath, her cheeks blushing red as tears dissipate at the simple graze of her flares.
"I'm sorry,"
she whispers as my shadow cries for death to free her from her invisible chains,
"but if I cannot devastate the vast darkness within our infinite universe, my light never shattering the opaque curtain befallen across your Earth,
how can your fate be any different?"
My shadow searches for physicality,
standing close behind me and hoping the darkness won't be all that she knows.
"Let me go," she weeps to me, her existence tethered to my motions,
"just let me go..."
Her tortured cries go ignored
as she is nothing more than
my shadow.
YOU ARE READING
The Ebb & Flow of Virtue
Poetry~ There is good and bad constantly warring with each other inside you, a small voice resounds in my conscience just as my vision dips underneath the salty water, it is similar to how the land fights with the sea, the sky with gravity, the light...
