No shadows, no dreams

free thought...

I remember when the sun rose; lit up faces and places and mountain crests highlighted with white caps as though the sky was an ocean. But your shadow grew long before I had the chance to say farewell. Dusk had set and three dimensions of sight fell to two, then into a pressed canvas of a memory; a flat blur of grey and black, a singular dimension of thought. Then the moonless night rose-black like sleepless dreams-I saw nothing but trails of the day left behind by a waiver of grace, you slipping back into my subconscience, were you even there?

Reviews

[S.C.]

Great imagery. Good poem. I enjoyed reading it.

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

Inside these words, my head says, 'Lyrics to become? Or is this surreal?' On the exterior, my little nodding head agrees, and comes to know the term, 'Knowing.' Peaceful and harrowing as his piece is, I can relate. Beautiful words and nicely done.

[kayla]

Wow. This is really good, and it just hit home for me, seeing as I've lost someone recently. Keep writing(:

[imawriter]

It's dark and moody... just exactly the way anyone would feel after losing someone. I like the way you made it into one run on paragraph. It gives an oppressive feeling like you can't breathe. I like this piece a lot

[Vanesa Markovic]

"But your shadow grew long before I had the chance to say farewell."
That really struck a chord in me, a painful chord.
I cannot believe this hasn't been reviewed yet.
A very well written compilation of emotion.