Shadows

With tension on mind
And a heart with unease,
I travel the shadows
And feel the cool breeze.

The darkness reflects
What I so long for.
A quiet dissention
And peace felt so pure,
These shadows bring comfort
Though I must beware.

They hold me so close
And speak to my mind,
They bid me to stay
And dare me unwind.

I've nothing to give them
Yet they understand,
You can't hold a shadow
Or touch even their hand.

Like a mist they are gone
With the first rays of light,
At least they speak comfort
And make theirselves known.

Fadedspirit 4/9/2008

Nice poem, and would you believe, I was born w/o one, no shadow
lol, ok,,,maybe just a small one..lol

Awww shadows are great but we nust venture out into the light

ah yeah bro, shadows, good poem

jimmy

Good one

"Like a mist they are gone
With the first rays of light,
At least they speak comfort
And make theirselves known."

Ho, ho, no light and the shadows disappear, uh-uhhh, I'm thinkin.

If there was no light, no shadow could be cast. Brought to you courtesy of an "Amelia Bedelia" moment in time..............exits to the shadow of a drum beat

Hey you! Bought time you came out of the shadows
and back in here!
(((Fade)))