my fantastic love is hidden away

in the confines of time

in the secrets of space

the ashes of morning are weeping from night

funneling downward in mysterious light

the translation of face is held in mine eye

mark of the one who left me behind

i'm being shuffled forward from front and back

pushing me onward but my wits are tangling

antsy, impatient, hesitant to stay, ready to attack

do you like being the shadow man

casting across my thoughts

stopping me for seconds, minutes, hours

being my dreams and ringing my heart ?

triggered the nightmares and remembered the absence

i have kept myself here, waiting and will keep

because what you dont see even as you read

and how pathetic i may seem to your eyes

i can outlast you.