In shadows, we touch longingly.
In that small space of darkness,
we run around and play
careful though not to touch
a panel of light
get burned by fire.
In shadows, we hide discreetly
feelings of desire, feelings of
truth and honesty
whispered words of love
written questions in air
left to be blown, unanswered.
In shadows, we write words
in bottomless black ink, we write
and we write until the
shadow is filled with truth.
Come daybreak and sunshine
words are stepped on and squashed
eventually absorbed by land
eternally concealed by the ground.
©jln.
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