Just a shadow upon my path. Backward embracing me. I need you to light my way. Ten thousand souls to touch my hand. A thousand roads to no mans land. Missing the possibility to have you for myself. To hold you. . . But, never to mold or shape you. I’ve been through that create separation.
Black path. A shadow’s wake. A dream we stole. My mirror’s make. A path to you. Please come through.© 2012, S.D. McKinley