Your eyes, they darken
Under the gaslight.
The shadows dance
Across your lips.
“Truth,” they say, but
The room whispers lie;
“Day,” they say, but
I swear it’s night.
After all this time,
Somehow dark is light
To my adjusted eye;
Right is not, and
Wrong is right.
I start to speak,
But your shadow
Swallows the rays
Upon my lips.
And there you stand — you
Between the flame and me,
Between wrong and right,
Between chaos and truth.
October 28, 2021