He flits from Shadow to Shadow,
making not a noise.
He consumes my thoughts,
and makes his home in my waking dreams.
Sometimes I see him,
fleeting images in
my mind's eye.
There among the brush,
or casting a Shadow in the noon day sun.
He frequents the moonless nights,
when the air is still and breathtakingly eerie.
He calls to me in my dreams,
knocking down my defenses
as though they are leaves
in the breeze.
Murmurs' in my ear
on sleepless nights,
weaving me into a dream.
Words soothe my turmoiled mind,
provoking comforting thoughts.
Wildly I search for this man,
yet still he evades.
He frequents the moonless nights,
when the air is still
and breathtakingly eerie.
His inspiration is this,
walking by the starlit sky.
He haunts my steps,
becoming my Shadow,
unbeknownst to all who see.
But I know he's there,
although unseen.
His presence is everywhere
and nowhere, such is his
skill.
But his soul, trapped in his body,
wanders, looking for rest.
But it will find none.
For all he has done,
No matter how he wishes it,
That wandering soul beckons him elsewhere,
and I know he will leave me in pursuit
of It,
Never to return.