I love to trace
what’s not seen
at first, but dwells

within the form of another figure,
in stillness, unique.
Shadows of steel, concealed

in the black night: the silhouette
which I discern and lay
shape by shape on the canvas of memory— contoured as if for mystery, to captivate
the mind, yet elusive, appearance
defying expectation. Or a figure, a phantom,
cloaked in the rough fabric of darkness, the form
charcoal-grey, and the essence:
the essence a sculpture of silence, chiseled and

polished, mahogany-hued, shaped
like an almond, but grand, grand enough to fill the eager grasp of imagination.

I love the slender stem of hope that grows within the coarser shell of despair folded round, and the silver-white glow in the narrow chasm from which the moonbeam
opens soft and serene on a cold night

#Poetry #mystery

© Laloselix