Since you have passed on...no, since
you died...you remain,
in the shadows of my life.
When I move, as in life, we still
share the same shadow.
Our favorite place to dine...you are there.
You are the love in the music and the
joy in the night.
The air I breath, is you, filtered through
the sunlight and the darkness.
My laughter...my joy...my tears...my pain,
are filled with the essence of who you were.
Of who you are.
The soft glow, of your distant shadow,
leads me through the dark corridors of life,
and into the joy, that is sunlight. That is you.
You are the shadow of children at play and
you are the innocence, of who they are.
As the mighty Sequoia Trees, cast their
shadow, to merge in the shadow of
the snow covered mountains...you are there.
For you are their strength and you are their beauty.
You are the shadow of a flickering fireplace and
the warmth, that fills me, with thoughts of you.
Forever, I shall seek refuge, in the shadow of
your being and the cloak of your love.
Until our shadows merge once again...
know that I love you.
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