Monday, January 31, 2011


A shadow floats by my window, a phantom against the dark. The shadow invites me to visit with the night. A breeze stirs faint whispers of the years when days were as light as fairy steps.
The pull of shadows has the power of a lover's arms to draw me into a world outside myself. Walls enclose me when the night seeps through the windows with it's siren's wooing.
Threads weave a tapestry enclosed by time. A tendril of thought twists through my mind. A faint glimpse of yesterday appears the instant before the fleeting wisps of seconds rush against the clashing cymbals of day.
Visitors come to me in the silence when I pause to listen to their muted voices. They return from the past to lay a soft hand on my arm to guide me to their dwelling. Their visions of the night are not mine though our paths once trailed side-by-side. I carry their shadows as I step into the night.
The dark does not create blindness; it opens the mind to see. Shadows beckon me to taste the textures of the night. I explore the barks of trees and brush the velvet of flowers with my fingers as a new world opens in the dark.
Though I stumble, I do not falter. There is no one to count how often I fall or to ignore me when I rise. I hold my head high and go forth into the night stronger than before. The night wraps me its strength around me and hides me from the glare.
I am alone. I take comfort from the night. I am at peace with the shadows of the night.


  1. Last night I tried to take a moon picture like the one you use on your blog. Failed, but will try again tonight.

    Your blog site is beautiful

  2. Oh, Irene, what a lovely blog. Peaceful and yet a bit spooky at the same time. I love your dream sequence. You're very poetic.

  3. This poetic piece, full of sibilants suggesting night noises, is very evocative, and leads out into the dark, and in into the light. Well done.

  4. Very evocative:)