In a dream-like state, shadows come alive.
Today, the force of sadness rules.

Both are clasped in the grip of fear.
Both use familiar and tested talons.
Sadness keeps both risks and joy away.
It is a perverse bounty.

The man and woman are angry yet docile.
Each uses an image of guilt to rule the other.
Each has grown strong in their own weakness.
The losses persist.

Dreams come and go each day.
Sadness is more reliable than the fickle sun.
Feelings that lead to woe enslave them.
Sorrow’s slave is still a dreamer when awake.

W. Wayne B.