Opaque

        Opaque

Opaque before the light of early dawn,  a window pane, a portal to my youth,  shows visions out of time. My eyes are drawn  to scenes within. An oracle of truth    embraces me, its chilly arms enfolding  my heart and all my dreams. She loves him yet,  she mourns the distant hand she could be holding,  the touch her mind and body can’t forget.    As dark as any moonless night I’ve known,  and darker still, my heart. What muse that’s left  is black as any crow that’s ever flown,  beyond despair and utterly bereft …    as if the eyes of God were unforgiving,  as if my soul had died and left me living.     ~Dean Neighbors~