
Linger in places
We dare not
Look, and
Yet they continue
To follow, like a
Mirror
Top to bottom
You move this way
It moves that
Way-
-ward toward another
Glimpse of beauty
In repose
Of
The splendor at
Your door
Afraid to answer
One and all
And, yet
The call comes again
And, again,
Without
A
Forestalled lingering
Imagination
Full
Of
Contemplation, and, yes
Even remorse
And, of
Course
Alone you are not
In your journey
Toward the
Lighted
Hall
As your shadow
Dances at the ball
Intertwined with
You,
Hand-and-hand
Just like a
Prefect
Symphony
As they play their
Last tune, and the
Music fades to black
The shadow is part
Of you, friend,
Embrace it
With a
Fervor of no
Compare
And, rest easy
In knowing this
Dance will last
As the shadow plays
With light in
A splendid
Contrast