Friday, March 19, 2010

The Follower

How can you say to a Shadow, “You are not real”?
Can't you see it?
Be shaded by its presence?
Does it not move with delight?
Slink with sorrow?

Consider its loyalty
Its persistence
It rests with you at nighttime
Awakens at dawns first light
Stretches, grows, shrinks, bends
A flexible companion ever by your side

Do not tell it
Let it be
Allow innocence to follow you
Wherever you go

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