Titan’s Shadow

Your lofty shadow, looming over the silent screams of night.
The evergreen titan, reduced to a bold black outline against the sky,
What whispers in me do you seek?
I have none, I think.
I may soon be empty, but for the mindful tending of your form.
Just as the threats of winter fall softly at your feet,
So are the promises we never meet, leaping from tree to tree,
Singing in the breeze, Circling our souls as falling leaves,
And yet, you’re free.
Free from harm, and thoughts, and dreams,
Dripping in the misty weaves of shadowed melodies,
My midnight evergreen.