Enter In,
Look first to the dark shadows;
Then begin,
Enter in.

What lurks in the Shadows,
Could it be my history,
Or the future that follows?

What comes from the Shadows,
And from where did it rise with dare,
Slinking in the window.

I opened a window to the breeze,
Carried scent from flowers bent,
A fragrance that can only please.

I still probe the darkness,
With wisdom that my wit becomes
And see glimmers of brightness.

But lurks in the Shadows
Is history that defines me,
Since I too am but shadows.

A shadow of memories,
Of things and times,
And hopes of what’s to be
Caught on my rhymes,
This is all that is me.

A word or two my friend,

Welcome in,
Enter in to the shadows,
Wait I’ll open the windows,
And cast the sash to morning,
Hoping for the sun to stay,
Perhaps we’ll go out to play,
In brightened mists of mourning