Sfumato

O clouds, now come over me

The light doth hurt my eyes,

It brings my shadows

Out into the open-

For others to see and pry.

I'm happy alone in this world

Of the dark and lightlessness,

Where what I hide

Remains a secret-

In the depths of silence.

Let them remain buried deep

The grey’s merging into the black,

No contrast to relieve

The blurring lines-

Nor the white to retrieve a track.

Come on over and bring the shade

And the rain too, if you must,

For I can see it, the

Shadows become clearer-

Sharper, they bite the dust.