The Shadow’s Stare

Sitting alone in the dark, I met a shadow cast in celestial light
He told me the story of a journey down a brick road
Laid through deep woods to an empty town
Where the last snow bird fluttered away at his return
Warm enough, alone in the dark
The snowy path yielding its meager cold
Now voices of people all around; and yet no one there
And I could have asked who builds a brick road to such a place
But I already knew
A moon and her light, A bird and her flight
To soar and shine as they like
An empty town with no one there
Except his own shadow and it’s silent judgmental stare



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