Shadows Poem by D A Phinney

We are shadows
Love is the sun
That creates us
And burns us away

Love is the heat
That fires us
And the fire
That consumes us

We are the smoke
Of the burning
Between
And within

Sometimes
All that is left
Is a smear
Of ashes

We are raised
In the sun
Shadows
Are blind

Shadows
Are mute
Are deaf
Cannot feel

They do not
Smell or
Taste
Anything

They have
No dimension
They have
No character

They simply are
Or are not
At the whim
Of the sun

That is why
Love makes us feel
So powerful
In our existence

That is why
We are so weak
When there is no love
To make us real