We dwell beneath
Where shattered sunlight falls
An hour a day
Like godliness spilling
Across barren floor

We dwell within
Our shadows but ourselves
A murky cloak
Indistinguishable from
Our bodily form

The hours of the sun
We worship deep
On altars long forgotten
By those that dwell
So lost above

We dwell alone
A lost race caught
In dappled shade
That falls to quiet night
Again alone, alone

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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