© Candice James, Poet Laureate Emerita
New Westminster, BC CANADA
I was long sleeping inside a never-ending dark
In a petrified forest of loneliness
A shadow
Walking down a street of long shadows
That led me to your location in time
You were an artisan
Chisel in hand
You chipped away at my stony disguise
And freed me
From this echoing loneliness
I emerged scarred by the callous hands of time
And wounded by the razored edged
Of a million and one lost nights
There should have been a naked sadness
Engraved deep in my soul
But there wasn’t
I opened my eyes and saw you standing there
With a broken chisel in your hand
A broken heart in your chest
And stars in your eyes
The never-ending dark peeled off my world
As the stars in your eyes led me into the light
God wears a mask when he travels by day