Keith W Fletcher
July 28 2016
In spirit I'm the Dark Horse
Fading into shadows of doubts
Optimism rides upon my back
Yet it's not enough to turn me
From those obscure routes
Where I too often find my solace
In the echoes of my silent world
As I run from my own hoofbeats
That I have been chasing
None hears the distant thud
From far below those lofty heights
Where I so often find
Myself being hurled
In absence I'm an empty space
Where once a possibility had existed
Like those gentle summer winds
That moves along unnoticed
Until dust or debris swirls around Acknowledging the air
That in my passing through...
... has just been twisted
In memory I am a faded color
Where no reference of what was... .....allows comparison
So no photograph
Or artistic rendering
Can ever capture the true identity...
....Of a shadow lost in shadow
Once the fading out has begun
In legacy I left a trail
Well worn and beaten wide
As I never took
The straight and narrow
I've always preferred...
... to move from side to side
So please...do not illuminate
The beloved shadows zones
Along the trail
For these are the places to take more time
Feeling the presence of all the ghosts
Those reminders of my dead dreams
I've left along there
To haunt me
Reminders of those times I fail
But that cliff edge
Where I so often hurled myself
To crash below
In muted
And too often painful
Solitaire Evolutions
That step off spot
Where my tracks end
That is mine and mine alone
Just as is ...
That Hallowed Ground...
... where I land
And where I lay... until I stand
To dust myself off.. or weep
So should I choose to curse my soul
I want no one else around
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 4:48 AM UTC
Keith W Fletcher
July 28 2016
In spirit I'm the Dark Horse
Fading into shadows of doubts
Optimism rides upon my back
Yet it's not enough to turn me
From those obscure routes
Where I too often find my solace
In the echoes of my silent world
As I run from my own hoofbeats
That I have been chasing
None hears the distant thud
From far below those lofty heights
Where I so often find
Myself being hurled
In absence I'm an empty space
Where once a possibility had existed
Like those gentle summer winds
That moves along unnoticed
Until dust or debris swirls around Acknowledging the air
That in my passing through...
... has just been twisted
In memory I am a faded color
Where no reference of what was... .....allows comparison
So no photograph
Or artistic rendering
Can ever capture the true identity...
....Of a shadow lost in shadow
Once the fading out has begun
In legacy I left a trail
Well worn and beaten wide
As I never took
The straight and narrow
I've always preferred...
... to move from side to side
So please...do not illuminate
The beloved shadows zones
Along the trail
For these are the places to take more time
Feeling the presence of all the ghosts
Those reminders of my dead dreams
I've left along there
To haunt me
Reminders of those times I fail
But that cliff edge
Where I so often hurled myself
To crash below
In muted
And too often painful
Solitaire Evolutions
That step off spot
Where my tracks end
That is mine and mine alone
Just as is ...
That Hallowed Ground...
... where I land
And where I lay... until I stand
To dust myself off.. or weep
So should I choose to curse my soul
I want no one else around
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