Good morning again, dear shadow;
Who said you could return?
Well I suppose in all my ignorance,
I forgot to ever learn…
That you come around every time
I neglect to check the clock,
And ignore its internal movements –
That inevitable tick-tick – tock.
They said to me, dear shadow,
That you were watching me again –
Following in my footsteps,
To uncover my deception den.
But I'm comfortable hiding here,
In the ebony dripping cold;
Don't coax me out of the grey
And into the open – bright and bold.
I can't seem to shake you, dear shadow;
You're in my eyes, my soul, my heart.
You creep in without knocking,
Silent as smoke, quick as a dart.
You're like the coming of autumn, dear shadow:
The burnt warmth that signals ice.
At your command I flutter and fall –
You're my paradox, my virtuous vice.
I'd love to know your thoughts.