Poem By Patrick Wescott
Your shadows danced in and out of my periphery.
You've caressed my mind and gave comfort when needed.
Touches, voices, spirits imparted, and journeys taken.
But no One ever seems to last for long.
You come, you dance, you depart for lands unknown.
My irritating light drives you all away.
I am left here to ponder gifts received and knowledge glimpsed.
I walk a road no one wishes to share except as shadows.
Posted as grave stones along a path I alone must travel.