in the shadows (poem)

in the shadows
there are moving things
swirling and slithering
sliding and slipping

but the moon is so bright
and the stars alight
and the wind blows so cold
with a whisper and a kiss

and it’s a wicked wind
come up from the south
and the people are silent
and the days are so loud

and I’m here stuck wasted
by the wayside to side
singing and slinging
writing and spiting
hoping and clinging.

but what if the shadows
became slow the light?
and the daylight so faded
and the night turned bright?

and what if the moonlight
turned gray to green
and the shadows ‘came brighter
and the trees grew clean

and if I could speak
Just a speck of my soul
I would tell it so proudly
that the heavens would spoil

and if I could ponder
why the hopeless recoil
I’d whisper so softly
Need fear not the foil