a shadow rises from the sea <br />that night when the moon was weary <br /> <br />the shadow drips and comes near me <br />and without any word touches me <br /> <br />i offer a glass of wine to keep it warm <br />to keep it bold so that it may soon speak the word <br /> <br />the word that i have never heard before <br />when the sea was calm when the place is deserted <br /> <br />the shadow tries to show the face i love <br />the body i long <br />the memory i had been for long wanting to <br />still keep <br /> <br />because i always remember <br />and then the shadow does the trick <br />which i have long embraced and accepted <br />it still leaves me <br />in this darkness.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-shadow-of-the-unknown-past/
