Shadows lurking around me
in broad daylight they creep
As i turn to glance
they disappear in a sweep
My peripheral scares me now
Watching them twist and bow
Who are they, what do they mean?
In following me, why are they keen?
Perhaps some game about which I'm unaware?
The kind which gives one a big scare?
Filled with curiosity, all alone i wait
In hopes to spot them, myself as the bait
wish to chat, if given a chance
That is, once they stop their playful prance
No means of contact
i ought to look out
Leaves me wondering
what our connection is all about
Unknown, where do they remember me from
Originated from the fields of calm
or the plains of storm?
Anxiously i wait for their arrival
like a guest for the host
Are they really shadows?
Perhaps, some forgotten ghost?
I rush outside hearing their silent sound
In hopes it's me who finds them, not the other way round