Silhouettes Poem by Barry Middleton

in the fog bound forest
every memory hides
where silhouettes await
and all regret abides

I would wander there
if god would let me go
a shadow in the shadows
lost from long ago

but memory is cruel
I cannot see the faces
of all those I have loved
or all the long lost places

and god seems careless of
the petty things I wish
and of my whispered prayer
so I am left in mist

and there the silhouettes
will tease my memory
until that final hour
when shadows comfort me