THE SHADOW OF THE PAINFUL PAST

a shadow rises from the sea
that night when the moon was weary

the shadow drips and comes near me
and without any word touches me
i offer a glass of wine to keep it warm
to keep it bold so that it may soon speak the word
the word that i have never heard before
when the sea was calm when the place is deserted
the shadow tries to show the face i love
the body i long
the memory i had been for long wanting to
still keep
because i always remember
and then the shadow does the trick
which i have long embraced and accepted
it still leaves me
in this darkness.