Dark wood in the mist
Shadows behind the screen dance
In gentle blue light
The depths of your eyes
Your fear of irrelevance
Such young hands tremble
Are you a man, or
Not? A child, a woman,
You are my friend. You…
I wish I could tell
What you are supposed to be.
I don’t know, either.
The end of your self
And no one knows it, but ghosts.
Sit with me, here… I’ll
Stay by you, until
The end comes for you one last
Time. I am your friend.
Reinvent yourself
A thousand times over so
None recognise you.
I’ll still be here, in
These mists of your screened heart, in
Blue shadows dancing.