A Shade I Fear Poem by Deb Panda

A shade I fear only of limits
-In rough sketch of ending path
And ruminate those blinking-
A dark, loud and hard craft.
Could it run, O' morning -back,
From your lazy lap to rise
-from little faith to undying-
Love-unabashed by fiery seize.
But I've in a ‘rogue smile'-
From Sunday to its celebration-
To far-behind the memory lane
As traveler dies with; once traveled by-
I fear; a shade greets a sea-
And undeterred by breaking tides
Looks odd, look the heart; that melts
With fallen dreams and swollen lands.
Fear; must be somewhere in the world-
No where bumped; in mirror
Nail stops -lives for frenzy wild
Fancy and joy of wound to diameter.