On the dark side of the glass
I am watching the shadows.

The perfume of my passed
lingers on the air, on
strings of poetry I walk
the night.

The night is my friend, it
brings me pieces of poetry
line by line I build my design
under the stars and passing clouds.

In the morning I am the poet,
the ideas flow and the glass drops
and the shadows become people.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton