The Shadow

each night there is a shadow in my room
almost visible like someone under water
light cuts through and bends at odd angles
swirling colors spin wildly in the darkness
I feel no fear of this moving spirit
only intense longing for what once was
vivid blues wrap me in sweet dreams and whispers
I know this spirit, I know him so well
his blue eyes watch over me every night
while am safe and cared for till we meet again

beyond soft blue skies
beneath the billowing clouds
tears have no power


About Cassiopeia Rises

I am an artist and a poet writing and living in NYC.
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2 Responses to The Shadow

  1. Kavita says:

    LOVED the last 3 lines… the stark truth!!
    May the peaceful spirits watch over you 🙂
    Write on, girl…

  2. Cassiopeia Rises says:

    Kavita, sorry I seemed to miss your comment. So glad for your following and reading of my poems. happy you liked it.


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