Deeper Shade

I asked the wind for the gift of you but was greeted by a dumb design

Don't raise a hand to a beaten dog, merely show it an unkind eye

In tempered glass is a slight of hand and a look of the eye

How in spoken light I believe in a colour of another kind

I can see a deeper shade, I know there’s a deeper shade in you

The running window glass is a gift of time

As cruel as the hand you know, there was no path before you

I thought of hands the driest flowers distilled replies

Now before my eyes I see the colour of another time

I can see a deeper shade, I know there’s a deeper shade with you