luxdivon

i drew a portrait of a shadowy man
in the midst of the downpour of rain
he held out his hand,
and i was terrified.
but then i walked,
walked down shadowy cobblestone,
walked side by side with him through the
dark muddy alleyway.
i held his hand. but i still shook, because i was still
terrified
but we just kept our eyes straight ahead,
and walked down the long lonesome trail
between brick walls of stone and mortor(sp?)
until the rain stopped.
and we came out from between the closterphobic narrowing of space, into the wide open sky
where all was bright, clear, beautiful.
the shadowy man, took off his jacket,
and took off his rain-soaked hat.
he was no longer in shadows.
and i was no longer terrified.