Slowly I've walked hand and hand with death
Her perfume breath
Lingering softly on my thin neck
She is my shadow and yours
Cradling forgotten infants on beach shores

I sit with wind whispering in my hair
Her and I just sitting there
Nothing but minutes passing by
Her and I

One day she'll take the color from my eyes
I see jet black skies
Falling down on top of me
And all I see is she
She… who is my shadow and is yours
© 2006 J.J. Smith

© 2006 The Elysium