Marching with the shadows, out of step with time,
I allow the darkness to become a friend of mine.
I live in a mystery, for I strive in a struggle,
I search for the right answers in light of my trouble.
Though in my shadows walk, I am surrounded by many,
Each of his own, yet still alone, I struggle in this land of plenty.
For no matter which way I may turn,
Lessons of life in this shadowy walk I learn.
I learn of love, which is of glories light,
And I learn of death, from the darkness of night.
Yet even still, I travel on, with my shadow in tow.
for it is an ever present reminder of the night that I now know.
For time I once thought of as my friend,
Something that I thought would never end,
Yet now with each passing day with its muted grays,
I watch, as my shadow grows, and now I finally know…
It is when the light and shadows twist and blend,
that my struggles in this mystery of life finally end.
J. Allen Wilson © 2004
Deborah
entwined, my friend. Your talented pen
wove a delicate tale of darkness and light.
Awesome doesn't say enough for this write.
It's incredible!
Your friend, *Linda*
"For time I once thought of as my friend,
Something that I thought would never end,
Yet now with each passing day with its muted grays,
I watch, as my shadow grows, and now I finally know…
It is when the light and shadows twist and blend,
that my struggles in this mystery of life finally end."
This is exquisitely penned!
Love, Sheila
~Nikki~
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)
in 2004...and most definitely...freedom from
any shadows that tend to make you think in
terms of 'finality.'
You are a fine poet...keep on writing!