Let me speak, if only for now,
Of the shadows which shape my life….
The weary dimness of a world
That never fully ventures into light
Yet silhouettes my inner being and my soul—
Draws my different nature into curious disguise,
Burns cold dreams as circles in the night,
Gathering rays together into bright
Lines in bold relief, wilder spirits outlined,
Filled with rapture in the haze of distance,
Chasing after my own life as though,
With sufficient passion, it might be caught
Within a poem that would make the shadows real.