Shadow is not my name, though
I went through the path. Just
Yesterday a raven perched upon
The window to my unfeeling stillness
Asking for something I did not have
But look, my dear, the sun has risen
I remember you on the days before
Looking around at the falling flakes
I whispered to you, in some other
Reality, we would be forevermore
Our frozen trails covered by the soft
Blanket I laid in my words
As we stood under the soft sky
As we are but a grain of sand in the river
Of time. The lights lit the balcony, as you
Stood down below, covered by the charcoal
Night, in the shadow of the mockingbird.
Unseen again, something lost that had never
Truly began, always in shadow
Shadow is not my name
Yet my name is surrounded by shadow.