Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Draft - revised

My heart cries out, reaching into shadows,
Searching for Her.  She still pulls at my heart,
Even though she is now a ghost, unseen.
Her voice is whispers in the past, dancing
Within my ears. She lives in dreams, alive,
Drawing my soul towards inspiration.
She left a remnant of her being wrapped
Around me like a shroud.  I feel the peace 
In Her presence, and I wonder if she
Still feels mine. She is a one way street, and
I live in her shadow, searching for light.

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