Sometimes I have visions
of people's shadows clearer than themselves;
In the sunlit they are concealed,
but they appear in the shade.

From these shadows I can see
faces hiding, avoiding my stare;
Their yearn to exist is palpable
but silenced by fear and shame.

Truth kept cannot fool the eyes.
It blends in the light, but in the dark it glares;
Like a love that longs to fly,
is that shadow of self that dwells.