// Shadows //
In the shadows I breath.
In the darkness between worlds I walk.
Between the world of the night, of people living to hide, to forget, to die and the world of the light.
Of people living for joy, for life, for love.
For the light I strive,
for the light I fight,
for the light I'd die and for the light I live.
Yet I can not walk in its grace.
Its gentle kiss burns my skin and sends me flying deeper, deeper back into my shadows.
My hand ever out-stretched yet always falling short.
Shadows
Andrew R. Eather
05/09/01