*"This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.
Emanating through plangency, calm and serene"

Keeping secrets with transparent perfection
Holding its own under mysterious expression
Warming a temper with eyes once shallow
Seeing past the shell of your transgression

A catalyst and witness of desire, passion
Hiding the blush of impending shame
Serving as a refuge for solitude upon the fray
Shadowing the past in pools of darkness

The willing shoulder that awaits for company
Here trickle the tears of the lonely and deserted
Treacherous wails from beyond the deep
Ring to the edge of its eternal domain

Wandering, ever wandering across the spotted plain
The memories of emotion held hidden within
Giving way to light and contentment
Only to return again



*First line from The Moon and the Yew Tree by Sylvia Plath