As raw as the stain of a ripe midnight mulberry
a sometimes sleepless conference with my darker shadow
Were you ever there, somewhere in this dimension magical
or with whom did I dance unawares
Was it you who shared my blanket of silver-lined dreams
or was I futilely searching for what felt like the missing part of me
and I grew like an oak tree
and when I was broken was it you that wept with me
and now that I am strong will you smile and leave
disappear into oblivion
subtly behind the scenes watching me tread the road alone…..?
Ah, but truth be known, perhaps that is where you were always meant to be….and I, with this feeling of finally having found that elusive part that was ever, never missing….
© Jane Claire Solomon
03 June 2011