In the Echoes of Darkness
in the echoes
on the corridors
of darkness
i listen
to the wind
strumming
bare twigs
on restless trees
beneath
the fullness
of this moon
i sit solo
fingers gently
twirling my hair
deep in thoughts
of you
shadows
are gently swaying
in moon beams
reflected on the creek
i watch their silhouettes
slowly become us
dancing on this stage
momentarily aglow
my heart beats
in quickened tones
as the pulse of night
fades within the silence
of dreams
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019
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