listen to the pre-dawn still
invisible birds call
while the hushed valley,
a sleeping dog,
expects the sun
collar to the cool breeze
to stray through
the streets dirty fingernails
and feel a silence
pressed to the ground
a riderless car passes
while a plane
slips through the clouds
the mountains snow glowing
under an ivory tinge
white candles
to flicker until daylight
birds crease the air
as steps repeat
and I bob between
the sketched houses
with their utility line masts
inside a breathless marina
traces of lights prepare
as the sun billows
and candles thaw
always melting too soon
at a moment’s breathing
a leaving
like the crest of waves
slowly dying by shore
soft candlelight before sunrise
let’s me hold on to dreams
while holding on to my shadow
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Author:
Chris H (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A poem of holding onto ones dream as well as shadow which to me speaks of the future and past. Nicely written
Thank you so much!
Most welcome
The light inside of you is casting the shadow behind you, never forget that. Great poem Hacklec!
So true! Thank you.
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