He stood there seemingly just a shadow of himself,
they were all just shadows.
They moved this way and that,
collided, with an appearance of touching; moved on.
What does one shadow say to another?
Shady things that hide clarity.
They say I am tired, I am young, I am old,
I am lacking light.
Casting shadows in every direction,
as, self luminously, light shines.
There are no shadows without light;
all darkness? Merely shadows.
And light when it meets itself?
Just shines, and knows.
a bit of shadow is needed to save from the excessive glaze... And light when it meets itself? Just shines, and knows. so well said.... when the illumination of this shadow meets light...the life comes to existence...
What a wonderful concept perfectly and eloquently delivered. Really enjoyed reading this David. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Incredible write David. For me the deepest connection arises from those last two lines: And light when it meets itself? Just shines, and knows People do reveal themselves in subtle ways and we are attracted (or repulsed) dependant upon recognizing those with similar levels of such light.