Shadows

I see my shadow stretching into eternity.

Shadows follow us our whole lives through,

shadows of you and me.

When I venture forth,

on a sunny day –

I see my shadow stretching into eternity.

If I couldn’t see my shadow –

would it mean that I had left this earth?

That I no longer existed?

Shadows of the things that have been,

of the things that follow us,

through our lifelong,

are but fleeting things.

Can shadows be of memories?

Of moments that have gone by?

Playful shadows that follow me,

in the dark of night,

in the glow of candlelight.

Spooky shadows stretch all about,

making mystical apparitions,

on the walls around us –

only disappearing in the darkest corners.

Shadows which come from fireplaces,

glowing dark in the night,

set our imaginations dancing,

seeing mysterious things –

that go bump in the night.

Shadows created from campfires,

make trees seem to be reaching,

for you, while a lone owl,

hoots in the deep, dark night.

The best shadows come on moonlit nights,

when I know the time is just right,

I remember our shadows,

dancing through the night,

Now alone I can reach into the dark,

I know wherever you are,

you’ll find me once more,

your shadow and I can dance once more –

till the early morning light takes you away.

Shadows spooky and unknown –

Are we real

or just shadows that have been?

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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

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