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?