Only The Shadows Are Home Poem by Brett White

Sometimes I feel like only the Shadows
Are Home, Lost everywhere else. The Shadows
Are like your Hair at night as I would lovingly
--Night after night--comb with my fingers.
Before you dreamt of fields in which you once played,
While the Moon is held by Stars in complete Darkness.
While nymphs in the forest continue to play.
Without thoughts of War, where memories are made:
Yes, only Shadows are Home to My heart.
Where I am safe from Life's Worries, and our Hurries.
Or of War's unforgiving Fury; The Shadows protect
Me When My head is laid.

And for your smile, My weight in my blood I would pay,
And for your smile, should you cry, if unarmed,
I would fight, and an army I'd mercilessly slay.
And for your smile, I'd make habit to Dark Crimes.
And for your love, I'd bring Life to Dark Rhymes.

The wind chimes for the newborn babe or those,
Close to our Hearts for all Time, who've joined God
With his Angels. And with Our Prayers and tears
Of remembrance, just passed. And to hold you hold you,
With more vigor than Tantalus seeking
Water in Hades, I'd outlast. As he begs
In vain for Mercy, until the Flames--dancing
Lithely on the Reflective Inferno of Darkness.
Kissing Eternally, the Unholy
River Styx, and then burning Hell's Black Souls.
And Justice at the Gates is meted by Isa,
--Kissed by Cherubs--and held high by God's Power.
Justice is without prejudice granted,
For Sinners and Saints, for Infinity
Their Fate is sealed, Justice at the Gates, God doles.

And for Mercy I begged, from the Lethal sting
Of your Undeniable Beauty. And every
Time I hid from your Charm wed to Sweet Innocence.
Of one who fears God's Omnipotence and Grace...
Your eyes see right through me. And for Mercy I cried,
When bathed in your tears, a part of Me died.
And to the Angels I'd vow honesty,
If the prize were your fire-tinged kiss.
My most-esteemed treasure, if I could gain your kiss.

Our Lives are a rain-drop upon the Ocean,
Engulfed by the Vast Eternal Beauty of Heaven's Prize.
Should we fix our course ere we stray too far
From offering our Prayers to God daily.
Unwavering like the Waves in the Sea,
We should remain, True to God with our Devotion;
Because We slip through the falling Sands of Time
In the blink of an eye. Yet I must admit
With regret--for more than a kiss--I would lie.

4-26-16