The Gap

Yes, I am standing in the dappled shade
That is the outmost edges of my hearth
And I am waiting to be found by you,
Not knowing whether you'll decide to search.

Why have I come out of the deep shadow,
Relinquishing my cavern for one more?
I am stripped so bare
Of clinging darkness.

I have done all that I can do
But wait.

And you are standing in the golden sun -
The arrow of your physic stabs my heart:
The pupil, glinting cold, reflects more words -
Yet you are standing in the golden sun.

There is no shadow there to blind your eyes.
No ones
But your own.