Opposite Directions

Our shadows at noon cast in opposite directions,
Failure starts to bloom where we deposit our affections,
And knowledge subsides in the name of good intentions,
I bathe in grave divinity, but burn with apprehension.

Comfortably, I’m black and blue, and choose the path of blindness,
I ache inside delusion that’s disguised as love and kindness,
We sink into this moment, leave solitude behind us,
Undulate then crash in the same way that the tide does.

I cling onto the moon we share, the sky that we both see,
And grow pedantic with semantics that are medicine to me,
I lose my blues in what deludes and possibility,
Yet this cruel fate still lingers with such harsh hostility.

We allow our vice to follow and ignore our comprehension,
Somewhere in the clouds, I rest in your suspension,
But reality reveals itself the minute that you mention,
Our shadows at noon cast in opposite directions.

—By Ellie Sioux