More Than Shadows

When dreams become more than wisps of shadows
Caressing latent longings to the surface
Streams of want filling cavities now cracked, neglected
Then, awareness cocks its head
Points a boney finger into mental darkness
Searching for something more than faint tendrils of artistry
Shadows become more
Dreams as real as the loins of entwined lovers
Lusts materialize
Upon unkempt linens, covering no secrets
I awake to the dawn dripping
Searching again, wanting more
When shadows become more than whispers

-Theo