in the shadows
When night reaches out caressing my mind
with daylight around me fading,
when the stars are not points of light in the sky
but torch light reminders of terrors I've seen,
I know I must pause and retrace my steps
before I let slip reality's reins.
When morning sits and waits for dawn
beneath the solace of the brightest stars
I always seem to be awake waiting with it;
my fears on hold, my timing checked,
my thoughts in retrospect critique the evening's passage
through the open doors and memories of my dreams.
Child of the stars
your secret's safe with me;
without anniversary, or marking time,
I celebrate the memory of your briefly focused life
in the morning when I know I have survived.
©2003 by icebox