Shadows Comfort

Shadows mask the fears of
ancient dreams.
Hidden from an experienced past.
Sheltering solitude learking in bended minds.
The peace of expending space undefined.
Mute silent, then a whispered voice.
Escaping the trap of vanities sound,
Freshness of truth refound.
Hidden in our isolation,
seeking a fuller, deeper, relation.

I hear a different note.
A key hit with the tune of hope.
A sudden, comforting vibration.
Then silence... with time for deeper meditations.


copyright Linda Nixon..1999 HOME

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