I dwell where shadows fall,

Islands all their own, all alone.

I drink from dank wells,

Quenching neither my thirst,

Nor my sensibilities.

I find my sustenance in the sunsets,

When a silent shadow falls

Like a blanket spread far and wide

Hiding the day away,

Until the dawn,

And sunrise, a sensory overload,

With colors louder than life.

Creatures, large and small,

Take to lofty blue skies,

Scurry across slim branches,

Crawl about the greener grass

Of this new day, choreographed

In time with life’s quiet, ageless rhythms.

And I,

Will still dwell in the shadows

Of deeper wells,

Quelling my thirst, through yet

Another day.