Thursday, March 18, 2010

Whither toward do you fly...

How now, sweet shadow, and whither toward
do you fly; surely, much farther than I
for my thoughts are too heavy to carry
abroad, and your load far lighter than mine.

Surely, you seek to escape from the night
but no matter the method, it follows
our heels; I see you ahead, searching out
for a light, or a lantern's glow, revealed.

At times I follow, and at times I lead
but ever your shade stretches next to me;
though you'd journey afar, you know I am
weighed by each step, and not nearly as free.

Though you're shaped by light, my thoughts are darkness
illume'd, and I am defined by the night.

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