Shadow -For Marie (not mah-ree, but like Mary), the black sheep with fleece dyed white,my shadow, the one whose nickname is first love after the Adele song. stay safe in your travels.
She is a shadow like all the rest
who rises at dawn and sets at noon to mid day's
eveningI attached myself to her long ago,
but she left before the sun roseSeven years to come
Seven years to pass
I don't know how much longer I can last
Without knowing she'll be safe in my armsShe spends seven years cast under the
sun's warmth
and seven in the shear cold of the dark
But only one in my armsWhere she goes I'll never know
But
Without her I am and was
indifferent amoung the restShe is not like other shadows, though
She exists as one none the less
She is bright like the white of snow
and warm like the evening glow of the
sun's evening raysWhen I'm with her i no not of the
selfish desires around me,
but of how graceful the world truly is
around usShe is a black sheep amoung the others,
who are as dark as the pavement they
rest on
While she glows like the north star
on a crisp country nightI am like her own,
she has said it before,
her love alone caresses me and makes me feel safeSeven years to rise
And
Seven years to set,
But i only spend one at her sideI know that if she were with me
she would tell me her sacrifice is
not, was not in vainAnd if she is to pass for fate is a
cruel mistress who knows not of love,
but only of causing aches in our heartsThen i will let my shadow nestle in my heart
and hold her high with pride
until the very day i die,
in which I can hold my shadow
safe to me once again
and sayI was born, and thus I rose
I died with you in my heart, and thus I set
we are now both shadows
and these seven years we shed to lay in
golden fields and pity those we look down
upon whose shadows were like usSeven years to rise
Seven years to set
But in death share eternity.

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