The Shadow Speaks Only To The Weak
Is it you
Or your shadow?
Who does the talking?
I can’t seem to find either one of you
It never follows
It never speaks
Except to the weak
What did you do to it?
Or what has it done to you?
Do you know?
I stare at the sun for truth
And watch for its shadow for relief
But the sun has no shadow for me
Only a fleeting glimpse of what I will never be
But for what the sun will not allow
I will find with the turn of a cheek
To explain a lost shadow
There are no words to tell
Except a woman without a shadow
Is a man without a woman in his life
I stare at the moon for love
And watch your face for relief
But your face has no love for me
Only a fleeting glimpse of what could be
But for what the moon will allow
I lose with the turn of your cheek
In a confused state of an indelicate world
With normality turned upside down
And all wrong which finally feels right
I stare back at the sun to see where I’ve been
A voice is heard from the sky that has always known me
Since the day I first noticed its presence it has waited for this moment
Was it spoken today or a thousand years ago?
What message is so important to travel such a distance
Only to arrive in the light eclipsed by the shadow of doubt?
The shadow knows as it reveals itself only to the weak
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