Shadows linger where you lay:

born within the echo of

a breath.

Soft memories hold

the silent hand of time,

keeping you close yet

lost to the eye.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was in my garden close to a Buddlia and in my mind's eye I saw my daughters cat asleep beneath it he may no longer be actually with us but he's here in spirit. So I wrote this.

View sweetwater's Full Portfolio
Stephen's picture

Intriguing write.


sweetwater's picture

Thank you, wasn’t sure

Thank you, wasn’t sure whether to post or not. Sue.

Stephen's picture


Your failure to post it wouod have been a great loss to your readers.  Stephen

sweetwater's picture

Thank you Stephen you are

Thank you Stephen you are very kind.