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words: poetry


My shadow walks ten paces
Ahead of my sight
Until I'm alone and free
The light lifts form
And makes colors adjacent
To pathways strange and true
Without that hollow henchmen
That lonely spectre in my soul
My guide is yearning
My advise is instinct
And as I walk one road to heaven sent
He parts with me
And waits where I will wander
Into darkness
Where one hand holds me
And shadows bring us close
My eyes closed
My heart encased in love unseen
My shadow stationed
Still in solace.