Shadows are my friends these days. Nobody can see me crying in the dark. While the others lie around in the sun I seek out somber arbors in the park. The muted light of leaves and limbs Caress the aches within my heart And whisper to me to just relax And let the healing grieving start.
Sometimes I hear some music there Playing so softly in my inner soul. I hope to find the inner strength To think I might someday be whole Instead of this half a person here Who doesn’t even notice a sunrise That spends its multicolor glory Like a painted cathedral for my eyes.
If people pass and I notice them They don’t serve to make me sad Seeing them so happy together Being contented or even a bit glad, Because I am here in this serenity I include them in my private reverie. The message that life goes on does Brings restful meditation to me.
But, mostly it’s the natural things; The birds and the variegated leaves, The flowers, and cool green lawns That soothe, and comfort and please. They slowly help me to realize That the world in not all about me. We have to let our sadness fall behind To truly understand how to be free.