I often wonder, then
Am I the blur?
Am I the shadow?
In all those other eyes
I can barely see
We are all just shadows
In the moonlight
Beneath a darkening sky
Of stars and cloud
All in motion, even I
In this moment fixed in time
Which has no memory
Or destiny
If I can be still
For just a moment longer
If I can be present
In all this shadow and blur
Will the world make more sense
Will anyone see
Me
Which warms us
From the chills
Of winter snows
And greens the Earth
So richly lush
With verdigris
But light
The centre
Of all things
Needs not a star
To warm the heart
Or dispel the shadows
Of the mind
Cast by the weak glow
Of a wan sun
Frustrated by the dull grey
Of the everyday
He stood apart
Waiting for trains
For the one
Which never arrived on time
And for the one
Which would never arrive
The light is soft
Though harsh
Streaming in
Through doors
All open
On the right
An inviting light
Nonetheless too bright
And as I tread
Ever-so-gingerly
Down the corridor
I prefer the rise and fall
The twist and turn
Cliche they are
But how I learn
He is a shadow
That is his essence
It surprised me
That I admired him
For his perseverance
For his tenacity
For his will to exist
For his endurance
I don’t know if it’s better
To be blinded by darkness or light
But I know it is shadow
Which gives form and texture
To an illuminated world
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