Shadows Cast Confusion Poem by David Lacey

Irish blood breeds velvet eyes
Or so I’ve since observed
Since you last revealed the skies
I’ve kept your memory well preserved.

Alas, upon a portrait tainted green with the ugliest of envies,
Shadows cast confusion, the years go by in their turning,
I find it easier more so each day to laugh at the mistakes of the past,
I feel as though I’m learning, still finding it hard to conceive
That everything I learn I can not believe through the greatest irony of contradiction.

That I should come to accept a reality without you seems no fair deal
To a soul upon the leash of his heart strings.