Web Of Shadows Poem by Josephine Dunn

His sadness is a web of shadows
Cloaking him in darkness,
Gossamer thin, but strong as steel.
Its tattered edge and soiled mess
Number the years it has been
His true and only friend,
Baring all the stress.

His sorrow sits, a thorny crown,
Cutting deep into his brow,
Dark memories of lovers lost
Cloud the here and now.
Deep as the waters of the Styx
Flow regrets he can not stem,
No matter how.

His love is as desperate as a shipwrecked
Man, swimming to a raft,
The wreckage of life littering
The turbulent waters of his past,
As the bones of his Titanic swiftly sink,
He calls for help with a breath
That is his last.

His passion is as bright as the morning star,
Venus lights those eyes from within.
His voice the roar of a mountain-top lion
Calling out to kith and kin,
The words defiant in the wind
His message loud and clear,
“Love is not a sin.”


September 2006