Shadow

A poem

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Shadow

Photo by Andres F. Uran on Unsplash

This quiet candle
must sustain me
through hours
of sleep’s abandonment.

The sun will return
in its brilliance
but dawn is distant
and I need light now,
light to whisper
into shadowed corners,
The sun still burns 
and has not abandoned 
hope for you.

A match whispers
its magic glow
and bows illumined
to gift the wick
with fire that burns,
fire that dances
shadow into 
each dark suggestion,
shadow dancing 
joyously
in every corner
and into
my waiting arms.

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Thank you for reading! If you are so inclined, leave a comment about what strikes you, speaks to you, or stirs in you while you read. I look forward to whatever dialogue happens here, and within a week I will be following up with a Reflection post on how this poem emerged into being.

Brian

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