No words could capture these shadows,
How they open and close on the real
Like a dream is remembered,
Its epiphanies only a feeling
Not meant to be held in a mind,
That master of this untrue world.
Yet something unknown shines,
Sounds pass from far away
And as much as we name it to constrain
Our experience, it persists
Where it cannot exist. The visible
Always glistens, things turn ever more perfect,
Still you cry through the night for the lover
You can’t see, the color, the truth,
As if all that is has suddenly
Gone missing.
