As the wind blows stealing leaves and lives
Spring remembers as new love blossoms and starts
Making anew from Fall's fallen hearts...
Poetry is a dance, often weaved alone but never without shadow...
In the copious dreams of light
Often unseen --portrayed in hues of grey
Colors of emotion splayed -- For you to decipher
Upon you; the reader
A dance of rhyme & rhythm
I am your shadow
I will whisper a sweet harmony
Inked in black; bold against white sheets
Marred by tears
Seeing now in the twilight of emotions-blurred
Your emotions will resonate and finally be