The Shadows Of Your Ghosts Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

I have this evening just left you with your sad eyes
Eyes deeply coloured with a mistrust of things
As we talked around the circle of our demons
All the while the breeze danced with your hair
Tears danced about your eyes making them glisten
Like this semillon I am drinking in the quiet
And when I hugged you goodbye
I felt you shiver deep and dread filled,

I raced the black car up the black road
In the sullen black night
It was shivering deep like you
Its heart and body murmuring in the night
And although you neither need or want pity
I felt a deep, cold, dreadful pity come
From somewhere deep enough
To urge me me to stop and write this

But there is a miracle and it is this
Not one thing has made me want to write
Since leaving India where I wrote
Of another woman whom I left behind
My own tears dancing on the dust of my sadness
How can this be happening?
My black eyes stare through the dark night
At the shadows of your ghosts

They awaken me.