Shadows follow us our whole lives through,

shadows of you and me.

When I venture forth,

on a sunny day –

I see my shadow stretching into eternity.

If I couldn’t see my shadow –

would it mean that I had left this earth?

That I no longer existed?

Shadows of the things that have been,

of the things that follow us,

through our life long,

are but fleeting things.

Can shadows be of memories?

Of moments that have gone by?

Playful shadows that follow me,

in the dark of night,

in the glow of candlelight.

Spooky shadows stretch all about,

making mystical apparitions,

on the walls around us –

only disappearing in the darkest corners.

Shadows which come from fireplaces,

glowing dark in the night,

set our imaginations dancing,

seeing mysterious things.

Shadows created from campfires,

make trees seem to be reaching,

for you, while a lone owl,

hoots in the deep, dark night.

Shadows spooky and unknown

Are we real

or just shadows that have been?


About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
This entry was posted in poetry, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to Shadows

  1. Shadows, like the dark, emphasize the light. And are welcome because of it.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s