SHADOWS PASSING THROUGH

The slow painful process of death

beginning at conception

Eternal life found in the idea

not in its realization

Like the drainage of love

seeping from the lips,

bleeding from every touch

The idea and longing for love

more precious

than the act itself

For whom among us

has never felt like a shadow

passing through:

Empty steps on a sideways path never-ending

Death is all around,

the death of the light bulb above my desk

the death of object through consumption

the death of consumption through completion

And, although we fear our own death,

we fear more that our life was never consumed

that our love never consummated

that our dreams were never exhausted.

Copyright Oren Peleg 2009