When I Walk Away Poem by jodde taylor

does my shadow exist through the night
my voice another echo,
residing, penetrating, living.

Age a timeless pillow,
leaning against the light
surviving in quantities
the evening follows, endless blooms.

There we shall meet again,
in ageless hours,
where fires light high
above all the eye could admire.

Rushes of gold,
standing still among the twilight
angels dance with parody,
as our moments reach complexity.

Divine these showers of rain,
I give to you,
let them flood your moments
let them never fear all that lives,
between mist and longing.

For they live in forever,
and these steps taken
will lead a mile
back to you, there beyond all that is ended.

When life walks away,
I keep to the wind
and follow the moving sky.

Together we walk again....