Shadows

by Stephen Damon

Some have painted you

in colors of sunrise

 

others have portrayed you

in the black and white of moonlight.

 

My hands are not steady

to hold a brush

 

and I have never seen you

but when I hear the shadows

of your wings each night

 

I can feel your nearness

and paint its image

in the darkness of my being.

 

bows,

Stephen