In the Shadows

We sit and meet in the shadows..
Exchanging thoughts not shallow..
Real desires that can't abstain..
Like small candles who's fire rains..
As the wax drips it clings to our sounds..
With a silence of whispers we crawl till we're found..
When the darkness is empty and voices fade..
We drift into madness and pull down the shades..
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Duncan Avatar
September 21, 2012 at 6:23 PM
great poem,,,,, like the words and the way it flows,,,, you have a blessed weekend Michael ;}
Neels Avatar
August 25, 2012 at 11:04 AM
Drift into madness for sure, I love the ending of this one MJF!;-) hope your weekend is a fab one! Luv CTH
Wellington Avatar
August 24, 2012 at 9:09 PM
Ahem! Hot! Pull some giggles out of me too buddy..lots of great imagery there. thanks for comments made...one love. Joy Wells
Johnson Avatar
August 24, 2012 at 12:09 AM
hehehehh good one mate you got a chuckle outa me here....
Dietrich Avatar
August 23, 2012 at 10:40 PM
Very interesting imagery in this one, Michael. You have such an imaginative mind that allows you to come up with creative poems like this one.
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August 23, 2012 at 9:33 PM
Hi Michael, very exciting ,, and epic at the same time... I love the ending of your poem, my dear friend... wishing you a good night...always~ PD
Sivey Avatar
August 23, 2012 at 7:15 PM
Wow, talking about deep poems, this one is certainly very deep my friend! I truly love the intensity of your poetry Michael, and this one is quite intense! I love this write a lot, Great Work!!
Long Avatar
August 23, 2012 at 7:06 PM
love the picture you paint. This was awesome.. good night,. cory
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