Camera Obscura Literally. And Like

Camera Obscura

Literally.

And Like Shadows, Flow Away

Meet me on a plain
of glass.
Fly to me there
                      where
we are the only monuments.

Come to me
                        across the water
chasing your reflection
until you fall
                       in love
with a shadow

twin. Together
we will bind
our reflections,
                shackle
the shadows that chase
us.          And flow away.

© 2002, Steven Riddle