I have written several poems over the years. The Shadow was among the first. I wrote it in 1989 after a traumatic experience... So here goes... The Shadow Sitting and thinking of things I adore, Nothing could possibly please me more Than for a shadow so graceful and stately, That I have not so witnessed lately To cast it’s self upon my floor. Cast it’s self on walls and floor And to it’s soul let mine outpour. I’d tell this shadow how I feel lonely, And not thinking of myself only. But, just to see this form appear, This shadow forming very near-- Would ease the pain of solitude, This grueling pain of solitude And change me to a pleasant mood. Remember I now times dark and deep When this shadow for me did seek. Crying out in deep dark night To cast it’s self upon my right. But memories only now of yore-- Precious memories now of yore. Only memories for ever more. And now, in this my time of grief, I beckon this shadow for relief. Oh my shadow, now I need thee. From deep within I now beseech thee, To cast thy self upon my floor. Cast thy self on walls and floor, And let my soul to thine outpour. Am I now condemned, unfree, Because this shadow I cannot see? As some would relish sweet tasting wine, ‘’Tis for this shadow I now pine. To cast it’s self upon my floor, Cast it’s self on walls and floor. This shadow does my soul implore. From deep inside my soul a scene, A wonderful panoramic dream. As for an instant in my sight, This shadow’s form so gaily bedite Casting it’s self upon my floor. There embracing walls and floor, And to it’s soul mine did outpour.
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 16:05:39 +0000