The Still, The Silence, Then The Sound

Celebration or despair
is there anybody there?
Now moving in the night
are you guardian are you fright?
Are you phantom, are you king,
you solitary thing.
Or are you just a shadow
cast upon the floor,
A sound, some angel watching,
there outside the door?
Perhaps you're mere imagination,
your being then my own creation.
Or you could be God this way a walking.
Ah! But then you could be danger
knocking.

By Linda A. Copp ©