Shadows Unbroken

She walked along the shoreline under the pale moonlight...
Dancing with the shadows of the night...
Suddenly she stops, her breath catching in her throat...
The water lapping at her feet, her eyes move down the beach...
Watching the couple so much in love...so out of reach

A soft sigh escaping her lips as she closes her eyes,
Tears sliding down her cheeks, as the woman begins to cry.
Remembering that tender moment that feels so lost to her.
The scent of his cologne, the way he used to make her smile.
Shaking her head as she opens her eyes, and the way he used to chase away her denial.

The few happy moments they shared and more of the horrid ones she wishes she could forget...
The love so tainted, yet tender she thought...So many nights left in upset.
A broken soul left to wander in hopes of one day finding that peace again.
The woman she once was slowly slipping into the shadows that she has been made...
The happiness, smiles and love slowly beginning to fade.

Standing there she can feel her heart turning cold, turning black...
The chill and coldness taking over the warmth of her heart and soul, the love being of lack.
Shaking her head and turning away sadly from the ghostly image, few words parting her lips..."Haunt me no more, be gone."
Shivering against the chill of the night that she has made, her tears turning to ice.
Turning her face towards the pale moonlight, asking, "Will there ever be a man that with this heart can suffice?"

Her gaze torn away from the skies as the woman's laugh is heard from down the beach aways...
She turns her brown eyes towards the ghostly couple...trying to push away the memory, but her mind wanders to the days of old.
The pain, heartache, laughs, smiles and tears.
Tears streaming down her face, knowing that this is the only form of love that she has ever known.
The price she paid for letting her broken heart and shattered heart go, in hopes that one day it will be fully grown.

Kneeling low to the sands of the beaches, she lets the grains of sand slip through her fingers...like the sands of time...
Her head being filled with thoughts of love being nothing more than a crime.
A crime where you serve a lifes sentence of hell and heartache...
The woman knows that this is not true. Love is not supposed to be a crime, but a thing of passion...Everlasting.

A shadow of a woman she once was is all she has become,
Loved by some...
Hated by others...
Finding comfort and warmth within the depths of the shadows about her,
One day to perhaps be set free so that her heart can once again soar, instead of dying within the cold grasp of the shadows embrace.

©2000

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