Poem -

Silently within my own .

I miss my shadow
On cloudy days
The way she follows me
relentlessly
Whether i talk the ass
off a donkey
Or just sit within the sun
She's is my companion
The hours long
In the days she is gone
Sitting alone
Talking to the walls
Who never talk back
Wishing for the sunshine
To welcome my shadow home
Silently within my own
I wait
Patently for her return
Candlelight is not the same
For her refection
Doesn't burn
Like the reflection of the sun
Cast across the foot of my path
Nothing kills the silence
Nor remove's the endless dark
Remembering her actions
Her shadow playful
As i say something funny
Her moving remark
Makes more sense to me
Maybe the hollow's
Of my mind
Clearly cannot see
Me and my shadow
Are the same inability
To be predeceased
She always comes back
In the end
Sitting here in desperation
Awaiting my shadow friend
Who follows my vision's
As if they were her own
Without her
I am empty and alone
The lights in the house
Are not the same
Nor the flickering candle flame
Maybe she's hiding
Playing a game
Forbidding she looses her way
Hoping in time she
shall return
To follow me relentlessly
Upon my journey
The best part of me
I see in her
She's never afraid of the light
How i love the darkness
But long to see
Such light
Sitting here beneath
Dark clouds
No shadows across the ground
Silently just waiting
For the shadow of myself
To come home
Removing the endless thoughts
That i am here alone.
Nardine Sanderson 14/01/2015.

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