Sciophobia

I'm told that time
conspires against
you, and tries to smoke
among your presence,
to let you know
that you're not as
intimidating
as before.....

but the fear never
subsides,
and I find time
withering like a
torn spider,
who cannot crawl
back up to her
web.

How I wish to be
the opposite of
time, to be
irrevocably
drawn to you
and yearn for
your shadow
to be
mine.

Because if time
would kindly let
me follow, I would
be a mere
lengthening shadow,
something
desired only by
those who have
to hide days inside
of them,
to convince themselves
the world is less scary
when no one
is overlapping them.

But I want to obstruct
you-
to vary with time,
to occupy you.

Is that so dangerous?

For at sunset,
every inch of you seems
opaque,
and nothing can
pass through,
you are impenetrable
to light

but not to me.

If I could reflect off you,
try to understand
your obscure eyes,
then there would be
no use for time,
and the world would
forget its
vengeance of you.

What would time be,
but a possessed
man of awful
foreboding-
if you walked on
without a cast
at my way.

Listen to my plea,
for if you would
but whisper
that I be yours,
the shame of the
world would soon
neglect us,

and I could try
to be something,
for I'll take that
rather than the
denial....
because when the
light tricks your eyes,
I know,
I can only pray
to not be afraid,
and to do all I can
to irradiate and
partially love you.

*Sciophobia/sciaphobia is the fear of shadows.
Written 6/24/12