just out of reach, my fingertips aching
my senses afire, with the need to be found
a hunter that’s lost, imagination’s unmade
silence explodes with the secrets we’ve found
dream and desire mixed with the need to be blended
a moth to the flame in a house made of cards
mirrored reflections, broken needing to be mended
shattered to pieces left in delicate shards
looking for truth, I unmask the shadows
bringing to light the most unlovely of things
standing untouched in the veil of the gallows
hanging from the beams with invisible strings
hunter and hunted, beautifully mingled
two become one in the absence of light
Match to a flame a united light kindled
silhouettes kept under stained glass windows of night
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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