Shadows



The ghost of my mind
          follows me through the day
     The little shadows
               that I can almost see
          in the corner of my eye
          they come without warning
               gone in a blink
     In the fallen dust of the hour
               I search for clues
     For the caster of shadows
          returned from the dead
     I hear you calling
          from your realm of the unknown
          the eerie sighs
               and long, lonely cries
          mix with the wind,
               the trees,
               and the falling leaves
     You have become the air
          and as I breathe
     I can feel you pulling me away

     © Diane King 1993




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