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As cast into light,
a shadow appears–
a quiet figure, stitched our heels,
moving as we move,
never speaking,
never sleeping.

It doesn’t beg to be seen–
yet it is always there.

It holds what we bury–
fear, denial, and grief;
the voices of fallacy,
the weight of dreams deferred.
In its void,
It collects the pieces
of what we choose to ignore.
The past echoes there.
The burden breathes there.
The purpose waits there.
Still.
Watching.
Black, like every other.

Peace, legacy, desire, love,
life, time, power, freedom–
the purpose we carry,
even in the dark.

Some move through life unaware of its presence.
At times, the shadow devours us as it follows,
becoming the void itself,
the same void we long to escape.

Like the birds that flow within the sky.
Like the wind that goes where it must.
Like art that forgets its maker.
Like the planets, moving by their own will.
Like a name, whispered into time itself.
Like any form it follows, stone, trees, dust.

It does not leave us,
It becomes whole.
everything under the sun
has a shadow
my brother the hawk
my sister the tree
myself this spirit am I
put into form
on my journey
I walk forward
on my path
to the great infinity
beyond time
the tree is me
I am the tree
we are one
as is everything under the sun
mel Apr 2018
for you—
i will always be
the right way
mel Feb 2018
the
Sun
cannot
  r i s e
without
first

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and
neither
could
You

so below
kylie formella Sep 2014
it's difficult not to notice
the interconnection
of everything that is
the blades of grass
transcend into a lovely
girl's hair
and the ocean becomes her
tears
and the harsh air of winter
becomes her upset sigh
and the sunshine
becomes what he sees in her eyes
and the flowers
become her potential to
be happy
its hard not to notice
the interconnection

— The End —