shadowed realms

sometimes we find shapes in clouds
dancing at the whims of wind
weeping at this loss.. eyes brimming
accusingly.. at the strange distortions
unknown to us..

pain sits there irresolute.. tiny pebbles
at the beach.. smoothened by the waves of time..
into beautiful embellishments
displayed unobtrusively..

blindspots of unblinking light.. torment sanity..
reason and protest dappling in shadowed
realms.. of loss and gain..

I wonder at the need for these words..
words that lie within our hearts..
in a conviction hard to accept..
harder to refute..
vague, unfocused the pain clenches..
shivering at the virtuality of humanity..
of emotions.. of moments..
hysterical mirth rising up
to mock this presumptuous belief..
to exist.. to feel.. to be..
in this inexorable orbiting of life..

and all those moments that were
or were not..