Poem – Page 49 – A (wise) man of two faces

The Gold

You glow like the sun,
you would embrace me but if
I had the courage.

I carry along
both the sword and the song
barely breaths apart
in the depths of my heart,
right where they belong.

Shining in the dark,
yours is a steady hand for
holding a keen blade.

Feral in the night,
you answer to your heart and
your own sense of pride.

My name?
I am the night,
a ripple in the dark,
a shadow on the wall,
whispers.

The end of the world
lies in a human heart and
a night without stars.

On dark days I realize
I cannot even recognize
the man in the mirror –
just who is this terror
coldly meeting my eyes.

The sky weighs down like
an old emperor’s robe, full
of heavy burdens.

There is no pillow
that will ever comfort me
more than your embrace.

I love
going to bed
with the scent of your soap
rocking me gently to sleep just
like waves.