Shadowed
In darkness there was light
so subtle, a see-through substance
of coloured ions, neon bright
the plasma of experience-
not toned down the shift when night
pursues pallid day's nuances...
While in gardens of full sunlight,
bright flighty beings pursue hearts
nectar nurturing-no more fight
for sustenance-life's true art
of Giving is no pursuit of might.
Empowered, each plays its tiny part.
The Hunt is on. No interlude
where white and black may merge as One.
Too hazy the fearful phase in mood
before death and hate be ovecome.
Milked shadow's only fight is to be good...
And so, all shadows chase till gone.
Posted 16 July 2020.
Poem written 1990. Edited.
Copyright © Aqua Marine | Year Posted 2020
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