Hand Shadows

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On fall nights
When winds thunder


And rushing shadows
Race on walls,

I still sense
the chill of fear

And hear on stairs
A faint footfall.


The empty desert
Of quiet hours

Wide awake
In a creaking house,

With the Moon face
At the window

Just the cat
And no one else.


It was then
You came to comfort

Stayed near
Through all my fear,

Turned darkness
To hand shadows

Wiped away
My boyhood fears
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