Shades

Yes there are those shades,
that come on a negative but never on a canvas. 
The shades of doubt, 
the shades of despair, 
the shades of guilt and the shades of prayer.

There are those which wring a few drops of brine,
accompanied by opine. 
Yes, there are those shades. 
But there are those as well of motion,
punctuated with grit amongst admonition,
of defiance amongst conclusion.

There are those shades of the constant hunt for fleeting glimpse of purpose.
It’s sweet smell lingers and taunts. 
Beckons and shows it’s path of thorns.
Yes, this is the path,
walketh be you to glory found else bleed away without a sound.

If love and loss is to be trifled, walketh this path,
if brine is to be forgotten, walketh this path,
for sake of the nimean hide, walketh this path. 
They hid away in their capsule of indifference, and so walketh this path.
They caused you injustice and pain, and so walketh this path.