Shadows
Shadows
The Sun beameth bright from up in the air
And when at my back its rays did they stare
Transcending the ages that separate time
Projecting my past as darkness aligned
With where I was going, it stretched out ahead
As if darkened past paved my future instead
The merciless sun had shaped like the clay
An impostor of shadow, but warped with dismay
But as I kept walking, the sun had moved on
It peaked in the sky, then descended upon
The path that I walked - where I was to tread
Where once lay my shadow and path I misread
Now shoneth so bright that I couldn’t see
But that was okay - I was shadow-free
So onward I walked, with shadow behind
The future was mine, no longer defined
By misshaped illusion, and that of the past
This beautiful day - I hope it will last.
- A. J. Darkholme