The Chain

It happened six years ago

on that sunny spring season

I was but a hollow man

A murky silhouette

Walking through the misty

Maze of blurred faces

And the empty voices.

Upon the brittle thread,

Between life and death,

The chain bestrewn my heart

Was wrapped tight then.

But in that endless shadow,

A woman in ivory garb

With strawberry blonde hair,

And polished spectacles.

I didn't notice it then,

Each passing blending day,

Our paths a constant parallel.

And by chance one afternoon,

I turned and caught a glimpse.

The chain bestrewn my heart

Was lightly loosened then.

And there, our path converged,

Inside the misty crowd.

With me, a spectral husk,

And you, a radiant star,

We talked and talked and talked,

About who we wanted to be,

Under the curve of coral sky.

About our suffering

Under the glimmering starlight.

The chain bestrewn my heart

Was nearly removed then.

For when my eyes dripped blue,

You brushed the aqua dust away.

And when you crumbled in the dark,

I pieced you back together again.

The misty crowd had shattered us both,

One person and then another,

Used us like their little playthings,

And left us on the fend.

But you took my hand and held tight,

Whisked the shadows away,

My soul was bright again.

The chain bestrewn my heart.

Was unfastened then.