Shadow



The light's bright
and its dark no more
I am out,
meandering
and
my shadow follows
me to assure ..

From dusk to dawn
The world's then
my lawn
I'm walking mellow
as its blessed spawn,
carefree like a swan ..

My alter ego,
in the shade
is not visible
but hidden besides,
strides gallantly
when amongst the scores ..

There ain't
no need
for pursuance
anymore
For I have been long
chased in the shade,
by myself
but no more ..

Excavated then,
underneath the surface
to relocate the remains..
Holding fast to my spade
I play narrative
to this surrogate ploy

The darkness and light
blend beautifully
if you'd see
One begins the other
and
the other's arrival
sets it free

Its hard to tell
then
whys the period
amongst the two interim
and yet the
persona incomplete
without..

The sun sprouts everyday
to lend an entity
perhaps
to its
successor,
the long black cloud ..

The way my shade
emerges,
in this farce ..
In a shining black armor
on a light ridden day
gallantly forging
in my march ..

There are other shadows
that I sometimes as my own see
they however lose luster
as I continue to be me ..

A shadows upholds
feelings that in an entity subside
The shadow is all about
solidarity,
in abstraction
that even its absence cant deny ..