The Shadow
each night there is a shadow in my room
almost visible like someone under water
light cuts through and bends at odd angles
swirling colors spin wildly in the darkness
I feel no fear of this moving spirit
only intense longing for what once was
vivid blues wrap me in sweet dreams and whispers
I know this spirit, I know him so well
his blue eyes watch over me every night
while am safe and cared for till we meet again
tears have no power
beneath billowing clouds
---soft blue skies
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