Once I was a shade,
merely passing through,
treading lightly
through each passing day,
desperately careful
to leave no footprints
in the soft morning sand,
pale & cool,
nor to disturb
the perfect mirror of
the obsidian sea,
giving of myself
to no one,
nothing past
one more
bitter casualty
of love's cruel game.
I know not whether
you first caught
my heart or my hand,
but you've saved me
and this tragedy of
my past was
so quickly lost in your eyes
as your strong hands
so easily tear down
the walls of
my carefully crafted
fortress of solitude
brick by brick,
blinding me with
your light & giving
to me a new life,
for even in the
the moments
I fear I may still
be broken,
you show me
just how well
you fill
my every
missing piece.