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Tag: Shadows

A Winter’s Tale

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How the moments meander
in eternal wonderlands of winter
where moonlight echoes the frost’s fragile crispness
with its silvern smile

and how these moments
create such silences …
such silences as when the robin
peeps out from the shadows
to see hands being held beneath alchemic smiles
of mystery and apprehension

How the moments meander
in the stillness of a windless cold morn
where skeletons reach to tickle the sky
with their frozen fingertips

and how these moments
create such solitudes …
such solitudes as when one remaining leaf
shivers in its ache to be free
to fall, to be taken by a breeze, to land
to die in her arms, to be loved once more

How the moments meander
within the poet’s eternal darkness
where shards of shadows fall to create an eternity of black ice
with their cold cold smiles

and how these moments
create such fragility …
such fragility as when he looks up
he sees time, nature and the beauty of life – frozen
and so he paints himself a winter’s tale
where passions burn and her soul melts the snows of his loneliness

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Love’s trusting peace

How the sun gives birth to shadow
How the stars give birth to night
How the trees give birth to beauty
and this soul gives birth to life

The jigsaw path within the forest
is there created by both light and shadow
See how beautiful are the leaves
as their autumn shades of death and rebirth fall
to begin a new picture of life’s journey
as the trees reach up towards the stars of love’s trusting peace

Oh how this life is so easily birthed
Oh how it fights to breathe
Oh how the shadows from the sun
embrace this thing within …

… my eternal dying flame

New paths born out of the shadows

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Reflections of time
dance upon the darkened road
where lost hope
is found within life’s
brilliance of possibilities

and so the path
to new
is only shadowed
by those cold feelings
of night’s naked sleeplessness

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Time’s lonely ghost

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Silent is the shadow
which creepeth long and bold
it never ages, it never dies
it is, forever old

The sun may burn
the wind may howl
the rain may drench its skin
but the shadow remains always
a yawning hungry cowl

Silent is the shadow
which creepeth like a thief
it never ages, it never dies
it is, the one beneath

The snow may settle
the mist may drown
the night may cover its skin
but the shadow remains always
wearing its darkling crown

Silent is the shadow
which creepeth like a snake
it never ages, it never dies
it is, awaiting fate

The hail may pound
the storm may moan
the grass may tickle its skin
but the shadow remains always
a sunset on the roam

Silent is the shadow
which creepeth cold and lost
it never ages, it never dies
it is, time’s lonely ghost

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