Come, Sweet Shadows
"Life itself is but a shadow of death,
and souls departed but shadows of the living."
Thomas Brown, 1778-1820
Scottish, Philosopher and Poet
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From death's repose,
come, sweet shadows.
My beloved, substance and essence,
ghosts that speak in voices so soft;
I hear their whispers in a thought,
these shadows are my existence.
Ghosts that speak in voices soft,
I smell their faint scent and perfume;
dim shadows waiting in the gloom,
I hear their whispers in a thought.
Come, sweet shadows.
Come, sweet shadows.
Ghosts that speak in voices soft,
giving my heart and soul balance;
the essence of soft shadows caught.
Come, sweet shadows.
Come, sweet shadows,
from death's repose.
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May 11, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Come, Sweet Shadows
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1021-361-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, The Essence of Shadows
sponsor, John Lawless
Seventh Place
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