Our shadows are whispering secrets to each other
They refuse to go to sleep, and stay up all hours
Whispering and laughing like children in the dark
When I lie down, my shadow slips away to find you,
To play in ambient star-fields, while I sleep;
A shade, it comes to you in thinly disguised dreams
Where it links arms with your languorous shadow
And looks long at your sleeping form all night;
Recipient of tireless embraces in the shadowed world
My shadow returns filled with sweet-earth kisses
Waiting for another night of moonlight to bridge
Sun's bright ray to evening's star-bright pillage.
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