Shadow behind the curtains


Like dust beneath a rose,

Like a  fall beneath a high.

Like a germ that grows,

When woods go dry.


Like dark beneath the light,

Like silence beneath the sound.

Like death that ends a life,

And makes it come around.


Like shiver beneath the heat,

Like words beneath a blank.

Like a tide that meets,

And elopes with the sand.


Like tears beneath a smile,

Like a ‘close’ beneath an open.

Like days & days that pile,

And smell of a year rotten.


Like an unknown beneath the fame,

Like a doubt beneath the certain.

Do you feel the same?

Like a shadow behind the curtains.