Micropoetry 4-29-2020

among the shadows
she walks where she
has yet to see the light

door within door
as one passageway
leads to another
until we are lost
in a labyrinth
of our own design

soft as fur
we rest beneath
the reach
of sight and sound

in the hidden room
where strangers’ knocks
come faint as an echo
in another world

in the inner world
where all is soft
and the harsh voices
can never reach

bathing in moonlight
before the spirits come
to take her away

along the path of light
where all lose sight
the closer they come

reaching out
to rays that linger
silent in their relief

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