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SHADOWS

far away, so far, too far, too little too late
too bad it had to end before it had time to begin
and what then, is there left to say to a lover who
will only belong to you in a dreamscape painted
with the crimson of roses and the ivory of lilies?
how can now be now or forever when then still lives
and draws the affections back toward former shores
where once dwelled everything but a memory alone
survives the wailing storms of time and eternity
too sad to contemplate the weakness of finite man
the inability to say to himself, “now i will forget”
and divert his emotions from what was to what is
when he is rendered incapable of touching the truth
of the present through the prison bars of the past
he has become a shadow of the man he once was
what comfort can he offer to warm flesh and blood
when every day the past is in his mind, his heart
and each night he still sleeps with her shadow




DJA 4/1/2011