My Shadow

My trace guilts and rears me, Thoroughbred from Spain, My trip jousts my banality, Until I cannot complain. Standing tall in the shadow, Which suggests that posture, For to relax in full glow, In the shade would badger. Its colours radiate inside, Release the broken catch, Enfold me in rurality’s pastels, Brighten the day’s hatch. Only the shadows know me, For I know that I can squeak, Since their nature is timidity, With no recess or creak. Even the friend I evince to make, Follows on from their care, With no qualms, strains or brake,  And no gloomy, sad stare. The shadow’s with me whenever, In my shadow, giving belonging, Implying that connection forever, To the sun and moon for backing. 6th November 2015