There walks a shape behind my shape,
a hush within the sound I make,
it mimics me in dusk and dawn,
yet deeper still--it lingers on.
Not cast by sun or moonlit sway,
it follows even when skies are grey
a shadow born of thoughts unsaid,
of dreams long gone,of fears I've fed.
......
There walks a shape behind my shape,
a hush within the sound I make,
it mimics me in dusk and dawn,
yet deeper still--it lingers on.
Not cast by sun or moonlit sway,
it follows even when skies are grey
a shadow born of thoughts unsaid,
of dreams long gone,of fears I've fed.
......