Would I be apt to be standing in the shadows
while you should pine away for someone else?
for now I am not privileged to hear the tears fall
when they roll down those cheeks of porcelain
as time has come and gone like a rushing river
and the banks are too steep for anyone to wait
the granite boulders that are pounded silk white
as monuments of an ancient calendar now silent

the marbled remnants of once great mountains
have slithered down the canyons of our youth
to settle in the cavities of gray unsung valleys
and lost within the thickets of fermented milk
long since abandoned to the ravages of time
left to spoil in the vacuum of our forgotten lives
there is no light in the recess of our tomorrows
none that shines brightly when winter arrives

there is no faint hint of hyacinth in the garden
for the soil itself has become unclean and shy
wherein the moon can no longer show favor
nor cast nighttime calls of reflected shadows
merging our souls for the ritual of an intimacy
that splintered in the halls of an empty house
that escaped in those blue hues of darkness
for they are relegated to the reality of memory

would I be apt to be standing in the shadows
when our lives have traced the outline of life?
and there is no hope of retrieving moments
that have washed away in a wayward river
among the remnants of a splintered romance
quickly battered along the way in white water
despite the piercing cries of two broken hearts
that a cold declining world can no longer hear

© 2010 Amor Sabor