Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
Child Of The Shadows
Be brave, my soul, be grounded at my center,
When all the world comes calling at my door;
I stand if only courage is my mentor,
In letting go of all I struggled for.
Be sweet, my dreams, the waking day deserts me,
My prayers fall down unanswered from the sky;
Fond reverie returns to haunt and hurt me,
My hindsight crawls, as fleeting chances fly.
Be sanctuary, my home, though still and empty,
Silence the angry thoughts searing my head;
Let lie, unopened, letters friends have sent me,
With rag dolls staring from her empty bed.
She is a picture now, and two dimensions
Allow no contact more than smiling eyes.
All art and music are but dull pretensions
While plastic sunlight lights her paper skies.
poem
by
Summer Sandercox
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black