August 15, 2005

mourning after

I stare at my shadow
For my back is to the sun
The brighter it shines
The darker the figure infront of me becomes

Why does it cling to my feet
Why can I not escape it
Except in the few seconds when I leap
Or when I hide from the light

I forget an important truth
As I stand mesmerized by this black ghost
It is but a mere speck
On a luminous canvas

I wave and it waves with me
But it does not sing as I can
Voiceless copy of myself
My soulless reflection

My shadow stares back at me
It's face toward the sun
The brighter it shines
The darker I become