I alone dance in shadows
Of myself
Certain no one sees
'Til comes the breeze
Carrying your voice
Back to the barren fields
Of my broken heart
Eyes closed with only
Sandman' s sequins to study
Then illuminated images
Of your grace
And goodness
Vivid and voluminous
Straightens my bundled up burdens
Strengthens my slippery slope
Lends me the love
Lost on an April day
A mother's face reflected
In dreams
And around every corner
Where lilacs find me
i enjoy the gentle rhythm and the dreams mixed with lilac...someone has left?
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Dancing in the shadows of myself Unseen, the breeze, the voice, barren fields of the broken heart. Lost on an April day A mother's face.. a lovely poem full of emotions. mother, the love Very poetic in sense.. thank you very much dear poetess. tony