Treasure Island

David Whalen

(5/18/38 / Covington Kentucky)

Presences



Of shapes and shadows
Glimpsed in darkness
Of someone…something
Near upon you…in the night

Someone or something
In shadowed companionship
Someone unseen
But whose presence feels right

An eerie presence
Yet soothing essence
Someone…or something
Just beyond one’s sight

It’s seems as a dream
Yet is there when awake
And flows round like a stream
It’s there…no mistake

It’s not my shadow
Nothing so mundane
Follows me not
Yet seems there all the same

Perhaps I’m an old fool
Mayhaps I’m just not right
But I sense them about me
Though day and though night

Submitted: Saturday, August 31, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013

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  • Ann Beard (9/2/2013 2:43:00 AM)

    You are very fortunate to be at one with the universe. I really like the structure and sentiments this poem. (Report) Reply

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