Discerning evening shadows following our every step
Reluctant to the images that are not seen.
I feel thy presence, I feel thy spirit.
How can we doubt we are alone?
A presence not touched,
A presence now felt.
Standing on the edge of realism or fantasy you ask?
To hard to conclude.
The act of paying it forward, Shall be its own reward.
Lets presume this debt shall be paid in full.