I Am
I am the great colossus
that carved out canyons
and dried river beds
long before you opened
eyes to the night sky
fright that awaits at
the end of the hall.
I am the end of
a long trail of
footprints on the
shore that lead
to never, holding
inviolate secrets
that all desperate
people seek.
I am the two eyes
behind the iron
glowing, with glaring
brown that pervade
the hasty shadow
gloom tightened
against the heart
in midnight pain.
I am the painter
of the faces you
love deep in
the night,
I am the one built
completely or madness.