Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Shadow

When I first saw you
You were like a shadow of promise
That clarified and defined
What I could be and do

I used to hold your hand
Believing that, in the end,
only good things could come
of something so pure and right

Last night, I woke in the middle
of the night and put on my shoes.
I stepped out into the lawn,
I never go anywhere.

I see springtime around me.
Still, your shadow embraces me.
Like something that always promises
but never arrives.