Shadows That Cling

Sun so bright, yet shadows grow hindering the silent mans sight.
He carries with him on this journey called life
A shattered heart riddled with strife.

Tomorrow oh tomorrow he so softly pines,
Tomorrow he sings himself to sleep for a sun without the shadows which cling to his soul like the darkness of night creeps.

Awakened now by the lift of soft mornings breeze,
He hears day breaks song coming gentle from forest trees.
On distant horizon , he through weary old eyes, a creeping sun he sees.

Hope though distant has began it's rise.
Hope, yes hope dashed by the quickening of shadows climb.
Light oh light subdued by the growing night and once more the old man hangs his head and cries.

J. Allen Wilson© 2/22/17