Among The Shadows

i need you now more than ever,
yet your name has a hollow ring.
i stay up all night praying for you,
soon there will be time for sleep.
and all the wars of history
come to nothing;
as creation's lamp grows dim!
i have walked through the ruins
of a hundred times,
now each one bears your scent!
the ancient oak reaches
to embrace the sky,
as the sky walks through the final door!
the moon no longer has a face,
as mountains prepare for the journey.
and the birds left today in frantic haste,
the windowpane cracked by the storm!
i need you now more than ever....
my body lives among the shadows!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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