Her Shadow

                         Her Shadow

It glides silently across the far wall of my room.

So close and yet so far away, unable to be touched.

Though dark, I see her tresses and shining eyes,

Her brightening smile that once gladdened my heart.

I remember kisses that would melt the coldest cold.

All of this I remember as her shadow grows darker and further away.

Reviews

[Eternity]

I don't understand, Dave?
The poem is beautiful but sounds like loss...

[Stella Armour]

This is lovely Dave, it is always at twilight or when the night falls that these shadows come and reach out into our very souls... a comfort really and as they fade they leave a little bit of their essence.
Beautiful imagery ....

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime the quiet of the long nights can bring ghost of memories to haunt us. I do understand the poetry Dave. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry my friend.
Coyote