I saw a silly shadow play
a game upon my fragile name,
entwining frivolity,
dismissing the importance
of my aspirations.

I told the shadow, “Go away,
I have to write a poem today,
to better explain
these words of sunset grey
to the future fantastic.

Shadow bowed down low,
I knew it meant to show
its derision,
as it named its reservations,
linking a suspicious face
to my own.

I saw the play of shadow’s kin
entwined about the core within,
intimating a lack of breadth
and creating a pursuing dance
of expiration.

I told the shadow, “Come again,
I need to feel your extensive sin,
to better invest
my human heart
with the presented past
of my obscurity.”

Shadow began to laugh and glow,
I wondered when it knew to grow,
its arrogance
frustrated my damnation,
winking back at my fears
of disconnection.

I saw the shadow of likened kind,
entwining its views of mirrored design
in desperation,
reflecting a hellish shine,
refracting my dimensions.

I told the shadow, “Come, let’s play,
I want to graze in darkened day,
upon the force of absorption,
especially my own,
without interruption.”

Shadow mourned the selfish blow,
my act had stopped its ecstatic flow,
it pleaded, I gave no heed,
as I grinned with wordy teeth,
avid to actively consume
its adoration.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
10/28/03 Copyright 2003 ©