In the woods

In the woods, a man, shadows dance examining his fleeting silhouette, stuck in a trance. He raises his fist toward the sun. He sees its embrace, withdrawn. He wonders is a shadow the absence of light or the presence of darkness? If both then why when he raises his hand further to the sky, does brilliance become substituted by obscurity? Is he a bringer of darkness? Or is darkness just unfortunate light. Trapped beneath an opaque shrine. Bidding its time for freedom.