shadows

perfect shadows lie behind everything we see
under the foot of you, behind the hands of me
in hearts of the old, and eyes of the young
in everything spoken, in everything done
shadows cast to hide the souls but they still see

with movement and grace they dance across this place
they lurk in the background, they move from the trees
they pass you by in a chilly breeze
if shadows could speak they would have volumes to say
of the homeless man on the corner, of the little girl who ran away

but the sunniest and happiest of days are when
shadows love to play and begin
they spy on young love in fields of green
hiding in the grass observing the unseen

they are cast behind the good and the bad, the love and the hate
shadows are not limited in where they create
always changing, swiftly moving, keeping pace
the one thing you can never out-race
under foot, by your side, like a friend from a better day
dancing behind you because it knows no other way

- me -