For the Soul I have hungered
For the Words I left unspoken
For the Tears I have not shed
For the Promises I made to be broken

For the Song I have not sung
For the Book I did not read
For the Gift I have not shared
For the Heart I left to bleed

For the Memories I have forgotten
For the Truth I have not told
For the Freedom I held captive
For the Feelings I let grow cold

For the Battles I have not won
For the Lies I have deceived
For the Love I took for granted
For the Life I have not lived

And to my Self, I’m sorry
For not seeing these through
This pain I have to carry
Because I have lost you

Leaves' dancing shadows on the piece of sun
missing the keen eyes
rebound on the vacant space.

The man played with shadows
weaving them into whimsy shapes
before most of them were pulps of paper
gone into the bin of night.

If not for light
would be no shadows
he was always churning in his mind
probing dark holes of moon
going into shady nooks
seeking playfully alive shadows.

The dead casts no shadows
he brooded
on the space he would leave

but he wished
they had
when he wasn't around.