In their shadow (excerpt-101)


…resembled a wintry night. It was frightening

that first morning after she had gone. I didn’t

want to leave the bed, or her lingering

fragrance but I did- in my sleepy stupor

accompanied by silence.  As a grey overcast

reined inside while a bright sunshine of amber

and warm temperatures cascaded outside

gifting the world at large- a glorious spring day.

How apropos- I thought to myself, laying in a

near quiet face down on damp wrinkled sheets.


Poet of the Light © 2018



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