I have accepted fear as a part of life - specifically the fear of change... I have gone ahead despite the pounding in the heart that says: turn back. Erica Jung

Monday, October 26, 2009

A Dark Romance-Poem

SHE MOVES THROUGH SHADOWS

She moves through the shadows,
the darkened places of the hall
toward him she glides
a pale wraith of beauty.
She passes by the tall windows
where dust motes circle lazily
glowing brightly,
those small galaxies swirling
around her dark form.

Back into shadows she moves
where she cannot be seen
only the sound of dry cloth
whispering across the dusty floor.
Again she appears
within the pale morning light
white skin gleaming
an ancient knowledge in her black eyes.
She reaches out to him
red-tipped nails on a fragile hand,
hesitantly she touches him
Death...or is it Life
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