The Shadowmaker

Hate burns
love freezes
and strangles
roses abound
thorns below
can I stand it?
on it?
walk through it?
I hate it
and I want it
all at the same
it's all the same
but does love
love me too?
And the life giver/taker
am I the shadowmaker?
or is there light behind the stars?
the eyes glimmer
a twinkle I think
leave me wondering
wandering
and I search for feeling
green fields, stems
yea, stems
but is there a rose
to beat you with?
or am I still
the live faking shadowmaker?
the light making shadowmaker?