Shadows
Shadows sliding
through the night
unseen from
the lack of light
swiftly
do the dance around
silently,
they make no sound.
They do
their dance, that none may see
silently
they come to me
quietly
on the wings of sight
some sit
quietly, all are light.
From where
I am, they seem to be
remorseless
in their majority,
flitting
through the world at large
making dreams
that are not heard.
For some
the shadows mean one thing
for others,
seeing on the wing
what is
there but cannot touch
do they
exist, are they as such?
Shadows whispering
through the night
I feel them
shift out of sight,
they are
there but who would know
for in the
dark just fear will grow.
Fear, darkness,
shadows glow
distort
the mind and thoughts do flow
reality
does not understand
and thought
run wild alike to sand.
(C) Copyright 1999
BOB KING
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