each night there is a shadow in my room
almost visible like someone under water.
light cuts through bending at odd angles
swirling colors spin wildly in the darkness.
I feel no fear of this moving spirit
only intense longing for what once was.
vivid blues wrap me in sweet dreams and whispers.
I know this spirit, I know him so well,
his soft brown eyes watch over me every night
so I am safe and cared for till we meet again.
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