David Lacey - Shadows cast confusion

Irish blood breeds velvet eyes
Or so I’ve since observed
Since you last revealed the skies
I’ve kept your memory well preserved.

Alas, upon a portrait tainted green with the ugliest of envies,
Shadows cast confusion, the years go by in their turning,
I find it easier more so each day to laugh at the mistakes of the past,
I feel as though I’m learning, still finding it hard to conceive
That everything I learn I can not believe through the greatest irony of contradiction.

That I should come to accept a reality without you seems no fair deal
To a soul upon the leash of his heart strings.

David Lacey

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