Between my shadow and my soul


I shed a tear tonight, for what
I do not know
It could, perchance have been, that
Drop of snow
That crept into my heart, as I had
To let go

It was but a single tear
For something not so very dear
And time tells the tale of greed
Of how one's ungrateful desires feed
When we are all but hollow reeds
Requiring just heavenly fire to fuel our deeds

3 shared ideas:

freelance hero October 9, 2010 at 4:17 AM  

"and time tells the tale of greed"

i love that line.

nice rhythm.

pserean October 9, 2010 at 4:43 PM  

yes. beautifully written. good choice of words, miss n.

Nooj October 12, 2010 at 8:16 AM