Shemy

shadows play

in my wilderness' mindscape

they seek

one spiteful and wicked

one humble and meek

a windswept pale landscape

of edified thought

two frictional forces

a triad have brought

woven

a soft breeze whispers slowly

within me

in the valley of my mind

the aerial mists sink falling

and its breath both foul and holy

is like the deer to a dying hind

slowly traversing the atmosphere

calling

wordless, yet in soul so true

nameless, yet it lives in you

shapeless like the purity of pain

lawful when all fear is slain