Shadow is the poetry of nature,
it puts words deep into light.
Shadow is the grace
of forced release,
trusting what was there in the light
remains.
Shadow is life's punctuation, a pause
between a sentence of seeing, and
a word of hoping to see.
Shadow is the break
between 'what if' and 'what is'.
Shadows are vibrations
reverberating through a world gone stagnant,
soft sounds sending signals
into the quiet unknown,
holy whispers of the beyond,
measuring the depth of divinity
dwelling within the light.
- Light illuminates all;
and shadow, in the beauty of contrast,
illuminates the Light.
Smoky----you have stunned your devoted friend with this piece of art
This is stunning, my friend----I think it very well could be the best poem published on PoemHunter [I haven't read them all so I cannot say it positively is but WOW this makes a reader sit up and notice we have talent among us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
On the last two lines, Smoky, indeed. I think of what going without does for my appreciation of what I have. -Glen