Shield yourself - <br />Lead or carbon-fibre, some such <br />Impenetrable mask, <br />Black blank glasses: <br />For burn you my looking will this time. <br /> <br />Search you out I will <br />Through & through and through for fault; <br />For reason to leave, to care no more - <br />Find you out before the bell tolls I will, this time. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Such strong, brave words? <br />Yet you know, as I do, the glasses are to shield me! <br />Lift them from your eyes, give me one glance <br />And I’m yours as wholely as the other times. <br /> <br />I’ll wear the glasses! <br />Hide tears and pain and <br />The shame of grieving for my own mistake. <br />Hide those signs and be guessed a fool: <br />Reveal it all and prove I am. <br /> <br /> <br />This time... this time... <br />There is no this time <br />Nor ever will be. <br />I can strain my eyes <br />Looking for you to reappear, <br />Till I’m red and blind... <br />But there’ll be no this time again. <br /> <br />May 2008<br /><br />Roy William Gotaas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-glasses-2/
