Shadows Poem by Jon Blanes

The moon and the sun
cast shadows on my face,
more precious is the touch
of your lips within those shadows.

A surrender of symbols
fragmented in you
can tear my heart
out of my chest;
the crystal rain in the night,
the diamond stars in the sky.

Memories that move along
their shifting paths,
the half open white of your eyes
turning to blue like clouds above the ocean,
and your blazing smiles in the still of the dark.
A man could die of such memories,
memories of you,
shadows within shadows,
from the moon and the sun.