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Sun and Shadow
Sun and Shadows
Sun and Shadow
The Sun dances in the morning sky
Waiting for her children to come out to play
Watching each and every one
Gracefully flittering around going about their days
She moves so gently from east to west
Catching glimpses from every angle
Deliberately moving in careful flight
Each form casting a different shadow.
Some so fast and unaware that this form
Follows them all day long
Others so paranoid and oppressed
They cannot see past its baneful song
Everywhere She watches the children and their shadows.
Apprehensive, Unconscious or simply ambivalent….
Never is anything without this companion of the day
Even in full moon, it is never absent
Yet what lies in that shadow? Only the children know.
For in that darkness of the soul
Lies the secret part of a secret pain
Of a fractured spirit, the shadow makes whole.
Always the shining face turns to the sun and smiles
The body seeks the warmth of its rays
But the shadow lingers behind, in the coldness
And there in the darkness it stays
Awaiting a time, when the sun and moon no longer shine
When tears may fall silently into a pillow, for a lost love, lost words, last kiss
The shadows take comfort in darkness, where the children rest silently
Falling willingly into pain for something they miss.
Darkness as such would not be so beautiful without light.
Warmth without cold could not be so appreciated.
Love without pain would seem too easy and taken for granted.
Climbing a mountain without air, we become acclimated.