Bereft

BEFREFT


My soul flickers between the ceiling and the floor,
Dangerously flirting with the flashes of light
Unseen to the room’s other eyes

Eyes of the others
Eye of the storm
Storm of my soul now plunging beneath me,
Around me, inside of me
Bereft of you, you of yourself, me of myself, ourselves
Betwixt the shadows and the rustle of paper and skirts from the other room

Room?
There is no more room
My spirit is full of it’s own passion/passing/passive/pensive/pervasive/perversion
Blood without tears
Light without fear
Fear without sadness
Sadness so consuming that the words are ethereal
Just as you are now to me

Between the ceiling and the floor
The shadow is not you
Perhaps it should be
Perhaps you should
Wonder/wander/wither
Wither my soul, between the flickers of ceiling and carpet
Carpet and wood like stone