March 1, 2015
Untitled (Kirby)
You follow me with a quiet fever
Never to appear openly seen
Yet
You follows me with the taste
Of bittersweet fruit growing
In what once was paradise
To your dreams
I reach to grab your majestic emotions simmering like title waves
Along the shores
You evaporate when I get close
Still
You follow me
Living my every breath
Exhaling time spent in my shadows
You follow me as I search my own true definition of secrets regrets and beautiful ending
You wait behind the murky window
To my existence holding onto
The ashes of my past
Why
I am but a mere mortal growing in to this lonely soul which is mine to conquer
Let go of our unbalanced experience of scattered dust of days gone by.
Now that you have my attention
A part of me still
Lingers with you
As you follow me
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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