Shadow that follows the inception of birth.
Miracle of existence breathing independence
Within a shell encapsulating a live sentence,
Walking along the path of enlightenment.
Light waves traversing linear projected time.
Straight-line shadows stretching the universe
From a big bang to a swallowing black hole,
Yet shedding life with length, width, depth.
Where light persists, shadow record images.
Where darkness insists, shadows fade colors,
High noon sunshine, hiding shadows feet,
Paschal full moon, midnight gravitated shade.
Shadowy lines upon paged white dimensions
Tracing minds along horizontal path clarity.
Stacked storied floors of continuing education
Facing pages cemented on binding book titles.
So do dreams have shadows to see inner visions
Upon dimensions that carry time’s linear flow?
Or do we enter a void of that parallel universe
Once the body fades away, then where are we?
Can we go back to a fountain of youthful outlines?
David L. (D.Lester) Young 06/07/06 ©
De-Terminated poet, somewhere in America not on company