Searching souls coo as a dove
Seeking shadows of love

Souls it follows
In many hollows
Living like swallows

Quietly lingering behind
Looking nothing to find

Only gazing upon its darkness
Being followed by its harshness

Hiding out of sight out of view
It decides, as many pursue

Holding back
Shades of black

Always behind
Hard to find

Waiting in some degree
No guarantee

Lingering shadows compare
Leaving without care

Darkness of night
Ready to take flight

Walking streets
Secrets between sheets

It hovers it covers
No true colors

Captivating warmth deep down
Chasing souls from town to town

Escaping its clutch
Of desirable touch

Feeling the pull
Revealing can be cruel

Somewhere near
Not quite clear
Hiding in fear

Walking in hopes
Bound in ropes

Trying to capture
Without a fracture

Reaching for embrace
Passing souls face to face
Still no trace

© D. L. L. MARCH 3 2009