as you often are,
and not in foreign lands,
miles so far,
as we exchange our emotions,
on all of the site's,
like a summer's sunset,
and its dorning nights
Now you have gone,
you leave me here,
all on my own,
as I sit here watching,
the cloud's creating,
a finger of a broken heart,
with the most glorious cloud,
is yet to be seen,
being cut in two,
by a sharp edge that,
changed the cloud,
into a beautiful bit of art,
with no right in the game,
to take any part,
which will pull,
the private emotion's apart...
as a gentle breeze brings,
a chill into my heart......
Poem written by Shadow - October, 1999