Glimpse

By Wendy : Shywalker

A glimpse of shadow,
is there someone there?
No, nothing.
Alone?

The shadow that becomes your light.

A whisper of voice,
did someone speak?
No, only the wind.
Still alone?

The whisper that becomes your roar.

A feather of touch,
where are you?
No, only a memory.
Always alone?

The touch that becomes you comforting embrace
Never alone again.