| As I glance towards her Her face, she turns away If only I could see her In the light of day Standing in darkness Is she in my mind If only I could touch her Answers, I could find A ghostly figure I see In silence, she stands Bitter winds so cold Chilling, shaking hands Quietly moving closer Mind full of fears To a shadowy doorway Suddenly, she disappears Silently fading, into night Shadows, no longer unfold Hazy mists, now rising Air, no longer cold Did she really exist? Maybe a trick of the light A lady in the shadows Now gone, this winters night |
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| Lady in the Shadows |
| Down a darkened road On a cold, windy night Suddenly across the street In a dim murky light Through a floating mist Coldness, in the air Tingling down my spine I see her, standing there A lady in the shadows Whose face, I cannot see Waiting for her lover Is she waiting for me? Street lamps, gently glowing Shine, on paths below If only I could see her face Maybe I would know Hidden in the doorway So late this night This silhouetted lady A strange, and eerie sight If only I could understand Why she's standing there If only I could see The colour of her hair |
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| Copyright: Robert Lewis 1998-2005 Worldwide All rights reserved This poem may not be copied by any means without the express permission of the author |