He stood there seemingly just a shadow of himself, <br />they were all just shadows. <br /> <br />They moved this way and that, <br />collided, with an appearance of touching; moved on. <br /> <br />What does one shadow say to another? <br />Shady things that hide clarity. <br /> <br />They say I am tired, I am young, I am old, <br />I am lacking light. <br /> <br />Casting shadows in every direction, <br />as, self luminously, light shines. <br /> <br />There are no shadows without light; <br />all darkness? Merely shadows. <br /> <br />And light when it meets itself? <br />Just shines, and knows.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shadows-of-myself/
