My shadow was growing tired of me
so I let her go, I set her free.
Out the door and through the trees,
beneath the sky, amid the breeze,
I watched her go, I saw her run,
her feet in the grass, her face to the sun.
She leaped and danced and sang to the air
and felt the wind move through her hair
and heard the lonely bluebird sing
of joy, of love, of everything.
I watched her go as the day grew long
and the evening sang a different song,
and she stretched out there along the ground
and waited for night to come around
so the stars could sing her off to sleep,
a calming melody, low and deep.
Free of me, her world now clear,
for shadows need not worry nor fear.
I watched her go, and now she's gone,
lost to the night (at least until dawn).
I watched her go, but I stayed behind,
bound by reality, trapped in my mind.