Author Information
Among Secrets
here I speak of times passing
in the silence among secrets
with hands worn and weary
while I watch the shadows die
as they slip through my fingers
spilling in death at my feet
being devoured by the night
and in its hunger, my death
as shadows never live forever
You are so much more than a
You are so much more than a shadow, but I love how you took me there to that feeling... a non-productive toil ineptitude of managing the showdows they only live as longs as their lighted backs, and at least one thing is sure another shadow for another day to chase the demons of torment and useless toils away... and thanks to the night the leveller where each shadow meets end to end before they are swallowed whole but always to rise again I could read this over several times and interpret it differently each time but the beauty and the poignancy of the notion is something special and well worded man.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thanks SSmoothie for such a
Thanks SSmoothie for such a great critique, I'm happy you found this to your liking.
I was watching my shadow melt into the last of a long day, and I thought it appropriate I deliver a eulogy.
Your talent for transferring
Your talent for transferring emotion blazes bright in this haunting and captivating expression. Using the night as an enthralling illustration of existential dread, profound sorrow at the passage of time and inevitable endings worked beautifully, and, as always, I thoroughly enjoyed your shrewd style and startling phrases.
Highly evocative artistry.
Thank you Patricia, for your
Thank you Patricia, for your kind critique and encouragement. Your footprints are always welcome here.