
That Poem

The shadows of somebody
Who must have cast them
And the spell I am under
Are all, I see
Doomed to dance and die
As my did my flowers
From Winter in May
Lean on me darling
I speak into the shadows
Before you emerge
To live in the dark shadows
At the soft end of the long, hard day
To lay in the calm
Of the exposed, rocky underside
To linger forever
Tho’ the shoulders beg for home sweet home
To learn, though blinded
To be found in the lost of it all