Standing in the shadow of this mood
no longer ruler of my emotions;
visited by ghosts of a bygone age
I cannot shake the stardust from my eyes.
The silence is deafening.
The memories blinding.
With heavy heart and a trail of tears,
I dream the dreams from all those years.
The diamond flash of a smile or a look,
the scent of a memory.
What will be?
Will it be at all?
A roller coaster ride of life,
not knowing what to expect;
not knowing how I’ll react.
You see the sun, but inside I’m the moon;
do you not see the mask behind the veil of tears,
do you care or even contemplate the consequences –
of doing nothing?
© Standing in the shadow 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm