Shadows dance through time and space,
One moment endless, the next gone without trace.
Spinning and dancing, twisting and knotting,
Hidden in darkness, nearly forgotten.
Then comes the full moon, dowsing all of the earth,
Revealing those waiting in the shadows to birth.
Untimely, yet perfect, enriching and confronting,
Flowers are burning, their petals are melting.
For within the shadows lurks the doubts and fears,
The misfit learnings of those much younger years.
Rules that bent beyond form and shape,
Leading us astray up and through a hanging gate.
Rusted and squeaky there is no room to move,
The navel gazing wonder gets us into the mood.
For the shadows don’t buy into rational thought,
They pull us out, face off and drill us about.
Turning truth into fiction,
Luring us beyond this position.
So shadows may play, and have their way,
For I am standing with clear vision.
Shadows only exist when there is light,
I accept the existence of myself as this light.
My shadows will chase me if I run away,
Fortitude grants the strength to face them today.
Shadows you reveal the other side of the coin,
Love is the essence from which I was born.
Intricately laced with jasmine and spring,
Is the possibility of much greater things.